Kavinsky laughed softly. He tilted his head up and kissed Jack, soft and slow, just lazily enjoying that for a second. Jack didn't mean that, not entirely, and Kavinsky knew that. He'd agreed to this with the knowledge that it was just sex, and some fantasies Kavinsky had weren't like that anymore.

He slid onto Jack's lap, stretching out on top of him, and kissed him a little deeper.