It was a toying, teasing beat, this moment with the plug being played with and all the threats or promises of what James could do to him. Any of them would work. Kavinsky was left squirming and whimpering under an onslaught of sensation, fingers white knuckle in his desperation for more. He rocked his hips back for each touch, groaned at the slap of skin on skin, and whimpered when James rocked against his ass, effectively fucking him deeper with the plug.

"Whatever you think the gun is worth," he managed, breathless and terribly needy. He knew what he wanted most, and it wasn't a firm spanking so he couldn't sit straight for a few days.