Kavinsky breathed out, soft and shaky. He rocked onto his toes, a teasing avoidance of Newt's hips that pressed him into the cup and squeeze of his palm. He was fully hard now, only a little uncomfortable with it, and that was the best part of it. He licked his lips.

"I could probably serve being reminded how shucking naughty I am," he murmured, peering over his shoulder with a smirk. "Be put in my place. But it'd be nice to know what about this I need to do more of."