[ It's rare for Derek to feel sapped of his strength, but this - this is what takes him out. He's exhausted, looking, for maybe the first time, completely spent after having sex with Kavinsky. He's still kind of laughing, this shy, proud, highschool jock kind of laugh like he's immaturely stoked with himself for being able to make Kavinsky come like that. Underneath all the anger and the power and the control and the grief, Derek's still the kid he was when life fucked him up and stunted his growth - the popular boy in school who just wanted to fuck and play basketball and make everyone proud of him. Golden boy of Beacon Hills. ]
Gonna have to stay with me for a while.
[ Derek's voice is uncharacteristically slurred, tired as he is, and he tries to shift as best as he can. Kavinsky can feel it - they stay connected as Derek drops down and tries to lay with Kavinsky, doing his best to keep his weight on the bed but still on top of him enough to feel a little smothering. It's not the best position to be stuck in for a few hours, maybe, but that's Derek's fault. Got too into the moment to fuck Kavinsky from behind and knot him in a position he could fall asleep in. ]
If that's cool. It'll, uh -
[ It'll go down soon, he tries to say, but Kavinsky moves a little when he brushes his side, and it makes that slick, warm hole of his squeeze down against his knot. Derek grunts, surprised and overwhelmed, bucking his hips forward without thinking, his entire body shaking. He's-- extremely, extremely sensitive, and if Kavinsky isn't careful, Derek's gonna end up coming again. He takes a breath once he wills himself to calm down, then laughs like he doesn't even fully believe how good he still feels, and he rests his forehead against Kavinsky's shoulder. Fuck. ]
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Gonna have to stay with me for a while.
[ Derek's voice is uncharacteristically slurred, tired as he is, and he tries to shift as best as he can. Kavinsky can feel it - they stay connected as Derek drops down and tries to lay with Kavinsky, doing his best to keep his weight on the bed but still on top of him enough to feel a little smothering. It's not the best position to be stuck in for a few hours, maybe, but that's Derek's fault. Got too into the moment to fuck Kavinsky from behind and knot him in a position he could fall asleep in. ]
If that's cool. It'll, uh -
[ It'll go down soon, he tries to say, but Kavinsky moves a little when he brushes his side, and it makes that slick, warm hole of his squeeze down against his knot. Derek grunts, surprised and overwhelmed, bucking his hips forward without thinking, his entire body shaking. He's-- extremely, extremely sensitive, and if Kavinsky isn't careful, Derek's gonna end up coming again. He takes a breath once he wills himself to calm down, then laughs like he doesn't even fully believe how good he still feels, and he rests his forehead against Kavinsky's shoulder. Fuck. ]
Warn me if you're gonna move. Jesus.