It wasn't often that Kavinsky ended up on his back for fucking. Most guys, especially ones that had seemed leery of the situation initially, preferred to get their jollies with Kavinsky on his stomach. He tried to remember the last time he'd done it face to face--then he stopped trying.

He kept close to Poison, pleasant and over-warm. It was easy to reach into the bedside table and pull out lube. He forewent a condom, even though he knew he shouldn't.

"Here," he said softly. "Give me your hand."