The teasing made Kavinsky squirm a little. He didn't like to think of himself as overly easy but, if he closed his eyes and pretended, he could let himself float away to another time in another place, closeness and care and affection that he could feel reflected here because Poison was thinking of another time and place.

"Two," he breathed, unsteady. He reached down and stroked his cock. "Start with two. You know how I like it."