James let out a pleased little hum as Kavinsky came, hand working fast and stroking him hard and tight, milking him to the last drop. He wrapped his other arm firmly around Kavinsky's waist just so he wouldn't collapse on the floor, but after a few good seconds he pulled out, letting Kavinsky's body rest slack across the table as he pulled up his underwear and trousers.

"That was fun," he said with a smile, giving Kavinsky's marked ass a hard slap, fingers digging into flesh. Then he drew back, grabbing both his guns. He didn't really bother untying Kavinsky, though. Let him figure that one out. "Let's do that again sometime."