[ It's starting to matter to Derek, this fear that he'll somehow make things worse for Kavinsky than he already has. The quick, immediate retraction does more to convince Derek to commit to this than anything else would have. One deep breath later, one long exhale later, and Derek's made the decision to just - try to help however he can. Clearly talking hasn't done shit. ]
Okay.
[ He stands, now that he has the space. He looks to Kavinsky's drawer, to his wardrobe, plays with the idea of finding some rope, tying Kavinsky down, taking his control and making him frustrated enough through whatever Derek might do to him so he can work out some of this anger by kicking at his restraints and telling Derek to just let him come already. He looks back at Kavinsky, though, and just - ]
Okay. Fine.
[ - just decides that he might need to connect with someone, for a while, even if that someone has to be Derek. Derek drops back onto bed, straddling Kavinsky's hips and pinning him down to the mattress with his waist, and the kiss he gives him this time is better, more alive, than the last. He holds Kavinsky by the chin and keeps him steady while he leans in, bites at his bottom lip, demands access - he gives Kavinsky the kind of intense, sudden kiss he doesn't tend to give him when the city's aphrodisiacs or the full moon aren't influencing him. It's greedy and quick, like he's taking the kiss rather than sharing it, and when he pulls back, he stays close, hand on Kavinsky's chest. His eyes still aren't in this, completely, but - he's getting there. ]
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Okay.
[ He stands, now that he has the space. He looks to Kavinsky's drawer, to his wardrobe, plays with the idea of finding some rope, tying Kavinsky down, taking his control and making him frustrated enough through whatever Derek might do to him so he can work out some of this anger by kicking at his restraints and telling Derek to just let him come already. He looks back at Kavinsky, though, and just - ]
Okay. Fine.
[ - just decides that he might need to connect with someone, for a while, even if that someone has to be Derek. Derek drops back onto bed, straddling Kavinsky's hips and pinning him down to the mattress with his waist, and the kiss he gives him this time is better, more alive, than the last. He holds Kavinsky by the chin and keeps him steady while he leans in, bites at his bottom lip, demands access - he gives Kavinsky the kind of intense, sudden kiss he doesn't tend to give him when the city's aphrodisiacs or the full moon aren't influencing him. It's greedy and quick, like he's taking the kiss rather than sharing it, and when he pulls back, he stays close, hand on Kavinsky's chest. His eyes still aren't in this, completely, but - he's getting there. ]
I'll take care of you. Just - relax.