[Every breath is edged with a moan as Derek tries to get a rhythm going. Kavinsky gets a foot planted against the bed so he can try to meet every thrust, like he needs to be absolutely fucking sure that Derek is getting deep every time. Even if Derek kind of loses himself a little, even if he's thinking only about himself, it doesn't matter. His thick cock makes him feel so damn full that feeling good isn't an issue.
His eyes flash open and he tips his head back when he hears the crack of plaster and he can feel similar pressure on his hip, claws pricking against his skin. From the start this has never scared him, has never made him think twice about this. He wants Derek, whatever the hell that looks like. Whatever it means, he wants this. Even when they were butting heads all the time, he couldn't ignore Derek Hale.
One hand flies back to press against the headboard, trying to make sure he doesn't end up shoved up against it as Derek fucks him harder. He doesn't even know how he's still talking but Kavinsky never wants him to fucking stop.]
Breed me, [he gasps out, voice ragged when he finally manages to make it work. He cusses and arches his back.] I think about it - you - all the fucking time.
[I want to be yours. He can't quite say it. It's too much, too raw, too terrifying, but God is he feeling it. Sweat beads on his skin and his cheeks and chest are flushed with heat. Kavinsky tries to kiss Derek again but it barely lasts more than a few seconds. He has to breathe.]
Fuck--I wanna come on your knot--
[It almost comes out sounding like a whine and he kind of hopes the obscene sound of skin against skin drowns that out.]
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His eyes flash open and he tips his head back when he hears the crack of plaster and he can feel similar pressure on his hip, claws pricking against his skin. From the start this has never scared him, has never made him think twice about this. He wants Derek, whatever the hell that looks like. Whatever it means, he wants this. Even when they were butting heads all the time, he couldn't ignore Derek Hale.
One hand flies back to press against the headboard, trying to make sure he doesn't end up shoved up against it as Derek fucks him harder. He doesn't even know how he's still talking but Kavinsky never wants him to fucking stop.]
Breed me, [he gasps out, voice ragged when he finally manages to make it work. He cusses and arches his back.] I think about it - you - all the fucking time.
[I want to be yours. He can't quite say it. It's too much, too raw, too terrifying, but God is he feeling it. Sweat beads on his skin and his cheeks and chest are flushed with heat. Kavinsky tries to kiss Derek again but it barely lasts more than a few seconds. He has to breathe.]
Fuck--I wanna come on your knot--
[It almost comes out sounding like a whine and he kind of hopes the obscene sound of skin against skin drowns that out.]