Kavinsky moved almost before Jack had opened his mouth. He shuffled forward on his knees and leaned up between Jack's legs, and it was so easy to nuzzle at him a moment. To lick up the shaft. To wrap his lips prettily around the head and suck, stroking him with a sure fist. To sink his head down, taking Jack deep in one fell swoop and then bobbing his head so that the head of his cock fucked in and out of his throat filthily as he slurped.