[His back arches as claws scrape over his sides and hips, holding him in place. This used to be a challenge - it still is, in some ways - but this used to be all about taunting Derek, goading him until he snapped and gave in to whatever baser instinct made him want Kavinsky. He still wants that: still wants Derek to want him that much. But it's not about pissing him off anymore, it's not about a power struggle. It's night a fight anymore but something they're trying to do together.
Derek's hearing might be keen as ever, but Kavinsky can barely hear himself think over his own breathing and the obscene sound of skin against skin. He can hear Derek's voice even if holding on to what he's actually saying is harder. He cries out as the angle changes, as Derek fucks him franticly and he can fucking feel his cock swelling. The spike of excitement is insane and every thrust pushes him closer, makes that tension coil up in him, ready to snap.
He's dragged and bent and suddenly Derek is close again, nose to nose before teeth close on his throat. Kavinsky's hand flies up to grab Derek's hair, but he's not trying to pull him away. Just holding him where he is, trusting that he isn't actually going to rip his throat out. How far they've come.]
Derek--yes, fuck!
[Every slick drag of his cock makes him feel fucking dizzy and the stretch has him trying to arch his back like he can get closer, regardless of how pinned down he is.]
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Derek's hearing might be keen as ever, but Kavinsky can barely hear himself think over his own breathing and the obscene sound of skin against skin. He can hear Derek's voice even if holding on to what he's actually saying is harder. He cries out as the angle changes, as Derek fucks him franticly and he can fucking feel his cock swelling. The spike of excitement is insane and every thrust pushes him closer, makes that tension coil up in him, ready to snap.
He's dragged and bent and suddenly Derek is close again, nose to nose before teeth close on his throat. Kavinsky's hand flies up to grab Derek's hair, but he's not trying to pull him away. Just holding him where he is, trusting that he isn't actually going to rip his throat out. How far they've come.]
Derek--yes, fuck!
[Every slick drag of his cock makes him feel fucking dizzy and the stretch has him trying to arch his back like he can get closer, regardless of how pinned down he is.]