Kavinsky did squirm, and sigh, and gasp, in short order of Poison starting to fuck him with his fingers. It was more than he was used to at the beginning, but that was alright. Poison's fingers were long and graceful, and Kavinsky could close his eyes and just feel the sensation of it.

"Don't make me wait too long," he whispered, eyes still shut. It was safer, even if Poison's eyes were covered. "I need you."