[Even if the door is left open, no one is coming in without an invitation. Or if they do, they're going to find themselves walking into a decrepit building in the Down. That, or Dire will close it later. It doesn't matter though, because Kavinsky's entire world narrows the second Derek is in his room. The way the bed deeps, the fucking warmth that radiates off him when he gets like this is all familiar now but it still sends a spike of excitement through him.
He cusses softly before meeting Derek in a bruising kiss. He lifts his hips, trying to encourage the hand on his cock.]
Uh huh.
[Yeah, he's on it. Kavinsky lets Derek do whatever he's going to do as he strips out of his clothes. His shirt ends up somewhere on the bed, the rest on the floor until he's naked beneath Derek's broader frame. He's not done yet, though. Kavinsky grabs the hem of the other man's shirt to drag it off, then leans up into another sharp kiss. The denim takes just a bit more negotiation. Kavinsky manages to get the button and fly undone, and maybe he uses more pressure and friction than is strictly necessary. A quiet groan escapes when he feels the swell of Derek's cock trapped behind his underwear. Kavinsky shoves the fabric down until it's all bunched around Derek's thighs. If he wants them off, he's gonna have to participate a little more.
K doesn't make it easy, though. As soon as he can he gets his hand around Derek's cock to give him a firm stroke.]
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He cusses softly before meeting Derek in a bruising kiss. He lifts his hips, trying to encourage the hand on his cock.]
Uh huh.
[Yeah, he's on it. Kavinsky lets Derek do whatever he's going to do as he strips out of his clothes. His shirt ends up somewhere on the bed, the rest on the floor until he's naked beneath Derek's broader frame. He's not done yet, though. Kavinsky grabs the hem of the other man's shirt to drag it off, then leans up into another sharp kiss. The denim takes just a bit more negotiation. Kavinsky manages to get the button and fly undone, and maybe he uses more pressure and friction than is strictly necessary. A quiet groan escapes when he feels the swell of Derek's cock trapped behind his underwear. Kavinsky shoves the fabric down until it's all bunched around Derek's thighs. If he wants them off, he's gonna have to participate a little more.
K doesn't make it easy, though. As soon as he can he gets his hand around Derek's cock to give him a firm stroke.]