[They try to devour each other even if they can't breathe. Kavinsky is dizzy with it, with the feel of Derek's tongue in his mouth and the claws digging at his hips and shoulders like Derek is going to hook into him completely. He grabs at Derek's hair and his blunt nails drag over his back.
As that tension passes, he slumps back, panting and losing strength in his arms as that heavy, warm feeling starts setting in. He can feel how much Derek is coming and he's vaguely aware he's going to be a mess whenever they're able to separate.]
Holy shit, [he breathes, voice raw and wrecked. His hand drops from Derek's hair, landing hard on the bed. Kavinsky cracks a grin when he hears that laugh, even if it's almost lost under how hard they're both breathing. He feels so fucking full but it's good. It's really good.
He makes the mistake of moving his hips a little and he groans, either from the way the scratch marks sting or the way the knot feels. Locked together. A year ago, two years, he might've panicked. Right now? He feels great. Full as fuck, but... steady. Stable? He's not going to think about that too hard.
Kavinsky's other hand slides off Derek's shoulder and down over his chest, pressing against where his heart is pounding away. Maybe not as fast as it was before. Then they're kissing and he leans into it as much as he can, holds to it until he has to drop back again to breathe. Dark eyes finally focus on Derek's face again and that grin softens into something else. Something fucking affectionate.]
Damn fucking right it is, [he mumbles, voice slurring just a little as he gets the words together. His hand runs over Derek's side in a slow, lazy caress.]
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As that tension passes, he slumps back, panting and losing strength in his arms as that heavy, warm feeling starts setting in. He can feel how much Derek is coming and he's vaguely aware he's going to be a mess whenever they're able to separate.]
Holy shit, [he breathes, voice raw and wrecked. His hand drops from Derek's hair, landing hard on the bed. Kavinsky cracks a grin when he hears that laugh, even if it's almost lost under how hard they're both breathing. He feels so fucking full but it's good. It's really good.
He makes the mistake of moving his hips a little and he groans, either from the way the scratch marks sting or the way the knot feels. Locked together. A year ago, two years, he might've panicked. Right now? He feels great. Full as fuck, but... steady. Stable? He's not going to think about that too hard.
Kavinsky's other hand slides off Derek's shoulder and down over his chest, pressing against where his heart is pounding away. Maybe not as fast as it was before. Then they're kissing and he leans into it as much as he can, holds to it until he has to drop back again to breathe. Dark eyes finally focus on Derek's face again and that grin softens into something else. Something fucking affectionate.]
Damn fucking right it is, [he mumbles, voice slurring just a little as he gets the words together. His hand runs over Derek's side in a slow, lazy caress.]