[ It's good that Reggie cuts himself off when he does; Derek doesn't want to think too hard about what they're doing or where their future might go, because it's just going to lead to anxiety and doubt and second-guessing. He's still worried this isn't really what Reggie needs, he's still battling the urge to be suffocating, and the heavy switch into corny porn talk and a promise to make tonight better is easier to deal with than the worries about where they'll stand in twelve hours.
He focuses on the kiss. Focuses on staying determined to see this through. Reggie's dirty talk is actually pretty fucking effective, for Derek, who's always at his engaged when someone's telling him how much they want him, and he greets eats word and each press of Reggie's lips to his own with eager grunts, encouraging moans, little wanton gasps. He gets Reggie's pants off and does the same for his boxers, stripping him bare from the waist down as quickly as he can, and it's hard to smell the blood in the air when it's steadily being overpowered by arousal.
If they're doing this properly, they should take this to bed, but - Derek doesn't know how much damage Reggie's done in that room. If plates and chairs are broken out here, he can only imagine how bad things are in a room Reggie and Nick probably spent a ton of time in together, and he's reluctant to find out what's waiting for him behind closed doors. So - they'll fuck on the couch. At least it's in tact. ]
I can ride you - take care of you. All you'd have to do is lay back and relax. Or...
[ Derek sets his hand on Reggie's chest for balance. He brings his other hand down to his own clothes and starts stripping himself bare - he kicks off his shoes and his socks and his jeans and his boxers before he's pulling up the hem of his shirt, taking his hand back just long enough to pull his shirt off over his head, leaving it discarded on the floor. It takes maybe fifteen seconds before he's completely nude, half-hard and leaning over Reggie, one hand on the sofa's armrest and the other back on Reggie's skin. ]
You can fuck the hell out of me. Hard as you want. Get all your frustration out. I can take it.
[ And then - after that - Derek'll do the same for Reggie. Push him into the cushions and fuck him until he doesn't have room in his head to think about Nick, to think about losing Nick. Derek'll overwhelm him with so much raw, physical pleasure, that the rest of the world will just - stop. Just for tonight. As long as that's what Reggie needs. Derek dips down, swiping his tongue over Reggie's throat, kissing up his jawline to the corner over his lips. He drops his voice to low, rumbling whisper. ]
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He focuses on the kiss. Focuses on staying determined to see this through. Reggie's dirty talk is actually pretty fucking effective, for Derek, who's always at his engaged when someone's telling him how much they want him, and he greets eats word and each press of Reggie's lips to his own with eager grunts, encouraging moans, little wanton gasps. He gets Reggie's pants off and does the same for his boxers, stripping him bare from the waist down as quickly as he can, and it's hard to smell the blood in the air when it's steadily being overpowered by arousal.
If they're doing this properly, they should take this to bed, but - Derek doesn't know how much damage Reggie's done in that room. If plates and chairs are broken out here, he can only imagine how bad things are in a room Reggie and Nick probably spent a ton of time in together, and he's reluctant to find out what's waiting for him behind closed doors. So - they'll fuck on the couch. At least it's in tact. ]
I can ride you - take care of you. All you'd have to do is lay back and relax. Or...
[ Derek sets his hand on Reggie's chest for balance. He brings his other hand down to his own clothes and starts stripping himself bare - he kicks off his shoes and his socks and his jeans and his boxers before he's pulling up the hem of his shirt, taking his hand back just long enough to pull his shirt off over his head, leaving it discarded on the floor. It takes maybe fifteen seconds before he's completely nude, half-hard and leaning over Reggie, one hand on the sofa's armrest and the other back on Reggie's skin. ]
You can fuck the hell out of me. Hard as you want. Get all your frustration out. I can take it.
[ And then - after that - Derek'll do the same for Reggie. Push him into the cushions and fuck him until he doesn't have room in his head to think about Nick, to think about losing Nick. Derek'll overwhelm him with so much raw, physical pleasure, that the rest of the world will just - stop. Just for tonight. As long as that's what Reggie needs. Derek dips down, swiping his tongue over Reggie's throat, kissing up his jawline to the corner over his lips. He drops his voice to low, rumbling whisper. ]
Tell me what you need.