[ Derek doesn't answer Reggie's question, at first - he leans casually against the kitchen counter after pouring himself a drink of his own, sipping his first mouthful before sighing through his teeth. His eyes rake over Reggie's the way they have a million times before, taking in his posture, his strength; Derek thinks he's really grown into himself since the first time they met a couple years back, but he doubts that now's the appropriate time to say he's happy to know the man that Reggie became. Still something he thinks about.
He finishes his drink, waits for Reggie to do the same, then takes a few decisive steps forward, setting his hand flat against Reggie's chest. There's the camera to attend to, the setup to establish, but that doesn't stop Derek from curling his fist in his shirt and pulling him in for a sharp, furious kiss. His teeth are sharp against Reggie's bottom lip, his tongue heavy and commanding, and when he pulls back, bridge of spit connecting the two of them together before it breaks, he keeps his eyes on Reggie's lips. Always has been Derek's favourite part of him. ]
Could fuck you right here. Right against the wall. The counter, the table. Marathon session against every surface.
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He finishes his drink, waits for Reggie to do the same, then takes a few decisive steps forward, setting his hand flat against Reggie's chest. There's the camera to attend to, the setup to establish, but that doesn't stop Derek from curling his fist in his shirt and pulling him in for a sharp, furious kiss. His teeth are sharp against Reggie's bottom lip, his tongue heavy and commanding, and when he pulls back, bridge of spit connecting the two of them together before it breaks, he keeps his eyes on Reggie's lips. Always has been Derek's favourite part of him. ]
Could fuck you right here. Right against the wall. The counter, the table. Marathon session against every surface.