Kavinsky had always been easy and indulgent with all things. He liked attention, and he liked an edge to it too, a risk, a bit of adrenaline. John, even maybe without knowing it, was hitting all those buttons. His teeth were sharp, the attention deliberate, and Kavinsky might have melted from those words if he weren't so concerned with coming off as vaguely aloof.

He did groan, though, a needy sort of noise as he tilted his head back. He did squeeze his fingers around John's cock, stroking a little more insistently.

"You gonna talk about it, or you gonna do it?" It's a tease, an incentive. Do your worst. He had said John could do whatever he wanted, and he'd meant it.