James lingered there, mind a blissful blank for a few good seconds. He panted heavily and gasped for breath, blinking hard until he could focus on the shape of Kavinsky's body again. His hands ran up his sides, squeezing his waist, then he hauled him up, pressing his back to his chest.

Not yet pulling out of him, he reached down and wrapped a hand around the neglected cock. He was so hard and dripping already, James knew it wouldn't take long to make him come, so he focused on tight and quick strokes, wanting to feel Kavinsky clench tight around his own softening cock when he reached his own orgasm.