[Kavinsky keeps the camera right where it is, but he keeps talking.]

This, [he sighs.] You.

[He wets his lips as his breathing gets a bit heavier. He keeps his hand slow even as his cock leaks precome.]

The way you say my fucking name.

[There aren't a lot of people left who would say it like that. Kavinsky shifts, letting go of his dick so he can shove his clothes down further. His hand disappears, and when it comes back into frame it slides between his thighs. He can't get a better angle, so Derek is just going to have to assume what he's doing when he moans.]

You--mm. [Fucking focus.] Pretty sure you just gotta look at me the right way and I'm fucking ready to go.