[ Derek's knot is practically splitting Kavinsky in two, and it only seems to get worse when he comes. When Kavinsky tenses around him, Derek's response is a strangled, immediate moan, a shiver running down his entire body as he chokes out something hard and heavy and insanely overwhelmed. Nothing-- nothing feels better than that, the tight grip of Kavinsky's body as he blows beneath him, and Derek can't think straight as he tries to fuck deeper, further inside of him, even after having bottomed out and tied the two of them together. ]
F-Fuck.
[ Derek's weight presses down into Kavinsky, his tongue searches his out, his claws leave scratches in his hips and his shoulders as he tries to find some way to grip him as tight as Kavinsky's gripping him. When Derek comes, he shoots these hard, forceful jets of cum that paint him white and just don't seem to stop - he shoots and he shoots and he shoots, Derek's breath coming in savage, rough waves while he grips and claws and holds and watches Kavinsky's fucking face, and the thick, massive size of his knot keeps him plugged, keeps it in, keeps Kavinsky bred. Derek's this force of nature, moaning loud enough to wreck his throat, make it raw, and when the world stops spinning--
He's still hard. Still impossibly, massively hard, even as his heartbeat starts to slow, the sweat on him starts to feel cooler, his breath comes in easier takes. Derek laughs, though it sounds more like panting, reaching his hand up to smooth his own hair back from his forehead. They'll -- be like this for a while, with Derek plugging Kavinsky, keeping him streteched, keeping him connected while the load in him stays white-hot, makes him full. Derek leans down again, taking another kiss. ]
Always so good with you. Every time, no matter what.
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F-Fuck.
[ Derek's weight presses down into Kavinsky, his tongue searches his out, his claws leave scratches in his hips and his shoulders as he tries to find some way to grip him as tight as Kavinsky's gripping him. When Derek comes, he shoots these hard, forceful jets of cum that paint him white and just don't seem to stop - he shoots and he shoots and he shoots, Derek's breath coming in savage, rough waves while he grips and claws and holds and watches Kavinsky's fucking face, and the thick, massive size of his knot keeps him plugged, keeps it in, keeps Kavinsky bred. Derek's this force of nature, moaning loud enough to wreck his throat, make it raw, and when the world stops spinning--
He's still hard. Still impossibly, massively hard, even as his heartbeat starts to slow, the sweat on him starts to feel cooler, his breath comes in easier takes. Derek laughs, though it sounds more like panting, reaching his hand up to smooth his own hair back from his forehead. They'll -- be like this for a while, with Derek plugging Kavinsky, keeping him streteched, keeping him connected while the load in him stays white-hot, makes him full. Derek leans down again, taking another kiss. ]
Always so good with you. Every time, no matter what.