Kavinsky shivered and closed his eyes again. He breathed and rolled his hips to meet Jack's on each gentle, coaxing rock. They were working themselves, each other, back up, and they were young enough that it wouldn't take too much time.

"Yeah," he breathed. The game was lost entirely on Kavinsky now. His chest was all full of heat and light, a hundred things to wide to fit in his ribcage. He breathed each one out on a sigh.