"I don't think you'd like anything else I wanna call you," Kavinsky said, grinning cheekily. He thought handsome was a perfectly acceptable thing to call Jack. Respectful without being cheeky or presumptuous. But if Jack wanted to be called something else tonight, Kavinsky could supply.

He wandered up close to Jack from behind, wrapping around him loosely and nuzzling at his neck. "Maĭstor," he murmured against his ear, the hint of a moan living in the word.