He flogged across Kavinsky's back a few more times before easing up, every so often his free hand running up the marked skin, fingertips pressing hard against the more pronounced lines, aiming to hurt and add to that sting. He liked the sounds Kavinsky made whenever he ease on those touches, the relief clear even in his breathing.

Taking half a step back, he glanced down to Kavinsky's hips, grinning faintly as he watched him wiggle. "Pants getting a little too tight?"

He smoothed a hand down his back, grabbing a handful of his ass and squeezing. "Could take them off for you, if you want..."