[ Kavinsky doesn't need to guide Derek too much. The second Derek realizes he wants another kiss, he's diving into it, stilling the first few thrusts of his hips to take Kavinsky's lips against his own. His breathing is more ragged and he's starting to sweat already, his heart beating hard in his throat, his lungs shallow and hard to pull air from. The kiss doesn't last long, but it's not for lack of trying. Once Kavinsky keeps moving, helps him bottom out -
Derek moans, legs tensing, his hand gripping the headboard so tight that it starts to creak and splinter from the pressure. He breathes through his mouth, hard, animal pants, eyes shut tight as he tries to adjust to the feeling. Werewolf oversensitivity always makes him feel like he's on fire, but christ if Kavinsky doesn't burn the brightest. ]
So do-- so do you. Always have. Even when-- even when we weren't-- good, you were always...
[ Derek's free hand goes to Kavinsky's waist, thumb pressing into his hipbone hard enough to turn his skin white. He starts to seek out a rhythm, the tight grip of Kavinsky's body around the thick, insane girth of his cock clouding out Derek's mind and flooding him with the animal urge to just breed, and if he starts moving a little faster, progresses this past the point of trying to make Kavinsky feel good into territory where he's trying to make himself feel good, it's not a conscious decision. It's just -- fucking hard to resist, with Kavinsky, and when Derek's thumbnail digs a little harder into Kavinsky's waist, he doesn't notice his claws are starting to come out. ]
You were always someone I wanted.
[ Derek adjusts, rolls his hips back, then fucks into Kavinsky, one hard, punctuating slap of skin against skin as he bottoms out again. His hand slams open against the wall above the bedframe for balance, and then his fingers curl inwards, clawing a series of lines into the paint, digging up chips of plaster. Derek's tongue lolls out of his mouth a little, and he stares down at Kavinsky from above him, already wanting another kiss. Barely able to talk. ]
D-Don't think I could stop myself from knotting you even if I tried. Wanna breed you. Prove you're mine. Prove you're only, only, only mine.
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Derek moans, legs tensing, his hand gripping the headboard so tight that it starts to creak and splinter from the pressure. He breathes through his mouth, hard, animal pants, eyes shut tight as he tries to adjust to the feeling. Werewolf oversensitivity always makes him feel like he's on fire, but christ if Kavinsky doesn't burn the brightest. ]
So do-- so do you. Always have. Even when-- even when we weren't-- good, you were always...
[ Derek's free hand goes to Kavinsky's waist, thumb pressing into his hipbone hard enough to turn his skin white. He starts to seek out a rhythm, the tight grip of Kavinsky's body around the thick, insane girth of his cock clouding out Derek's mind and flooding him with the animal urge to just breed, and if he starts moving a little faster, progresses this past the point of trying to make Kavinsky feel good into territory where he's trying to make himself feel good, it's not a conscious decision. It's just -- fucking hard to resist, with Kavinsky, and when Derek's thumbnail digs a little harder into Kavinsky's waist, he doesn't notice his claws are starting to come out. ]
You were always someone I wanted.
[ Derek adjusts, rolls his hips back, then fucks into Kavinsky, one hard, punctuating slap of skin against skin as he bottoms out again. His hand slams open against the wall above the bedframe for balance, and then his fingers curl inwards, clawing a series of lines into the paint, digging up chips of plaster. Derek's tongue lolls out of his mouth a little, and he stares down at Kavinsky from above him, already wanting another kiss. Barely able to talk. ]
D-Don't think I could stop myself from knotting you even if I tried. Wanna breed you. Prove you're mine. Prove you're only, only, only mine.