"Shit," Kavinsky gasped, laughing just a little. There were tears now, slow, sluggish ones rolling from the corner of his eyes down the arch of his cheeks toward his ears. He licked his lips and held on under his knees as Jack got harder, faster, a better angle. "You feel so fucking good, baby. Fuck--fuck, oh, just like--molya, da...da, O, chuka...!"