It was the urgency and command in come on rather than the praise that spiked pleasure into Kavinsky's chest. He shivered and fucked into his fist, his breathless noises taking on a bit more weight as he rushed, headlong, into his orgasm. He had the place of mind to cup his hand against the tip of his cock, so he wouldn't make a mess all over the upholstery of Jack's fancy retro sportscar.