[Those words sear across his nerves and Kavinsky closes his eyes as Derek positions himself. It's too much. Or maybe he just wants to focus on exactly how this feels without being distracted by looking. He takes a sharper breath Derek pushes against him, then into him. All he can feel is that perfect stretch, the slick slide of Derek's cock as he eases into him. His fingers push into Derek's hair as the other man speaks against his ear.
Yeah. When he's with Derek, he's okay.
Kavinsky opens his eyes just long enough to coordinate a kiss, pulling if he has to. It isn't a hard kiss but there's still this edge of urgency to it. Need. He can't keep it going as long as he wants to: Derek pushes deeper and Kavinsky drops his head back with a quiet moan.]
Fuck--
[Dark eyes flash open and he gets his other arm around Derek's shoulders. He hates how vulnerable this shit makes him feel but he knows that Derek means it when he says I've got you. And that's fucking terrifying, too. Because he knows it's the people closest to him that can gut him the most. Even if they aren't trying. But he's given up on giving up. He wants this. He's said it and he'll keep saying it and maybe he'll figure out how to articulate something that's better.
Kavinsky rocks his hips, pushing closer until he feels Derek bottom out.]
You always feel so fucking good, [he sighs when he can finally string words together again. His arm drops from Derek's shoulders, hand sliding down over the arm that's braced against the headboard.]
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Yeah. When he's with Derek, he's okay.
Kavinsky opens his eyes just long enough to coordinate a kiss, pulling if he has to. It isn't a hard kiss but there's still this edge of urgency to it. Need. He can't keep it going as long as he wants to: Derek pushes deeper and Kavinsky drops his head back with a quiet moan.]
Fuck--
[Dark eyes flash open and he gets his other arm around Derek's shoulders. He hates how vulnerable this shit makes him feel but he knows that Derek means it when he says I've got you. And that's fucking terrifying, too. Because he knows it's the people closest to him that can gut him the most. Even if they aren't trying. But he's given up on giving up. He wants this. He's said it and he'll keep saying it and maybe he'll figure out how to articulate something that's better.
Kavinsky rocks his hips, pushing closer until he feels Derek bottom out.]
You always feel so fucking good, [he sighs when he can finally string words together again. His arm drops from Derek's shoulders, hand sliding down over the arm that's braced against the headboard.]