Kavinsky bit his lip and sighed out his nose. He was still a moment. The idea of Jack torturing him all night with the inability to come was astounding. He opened his jeans, pushed them and his shorts down just far enough to reveal his cock and balls. There, for a moment, was the vague distaste for his own cock, but it passed; he got hard, and that was what counted.

He wrapped his fingers around the shaft and started to stroke, looking over at Jack with dark, intense eyes.