It was not quite how Kavinsky had intended it, Poison slicking his own fingers, but he made no objection to that. When he started to move his hand, seeking him out, Kavinsky made a soft noise and reached down to guide him as was requested.
That smile ached through him for a moment. He made no noise of the anguish. "Right there, love."
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That smile ached through him for a moment. He made no noise of the anguish. "Right there, love."