[He at least knows how this part works. They'd gotten a little ahead of themselves and it hadn't even occurred to Kavinsky to try to roll over, and now they're stuck. It's fine, though. He's not going to get smothered like this. Probably.
Then Derek jerks his hips like that and Kavinsky groans sharply, hand tightening against Derek's ribs until he calms down again. He closes his eyes for a few seconds and lifts his other hand to stroke it through Derek's hair, rubbing absently as the other man's forehead hits his shoulder. There's something weirdly satisfying about this. Something kind of... grounding. He's stuck here and he feels good and so does Derek and everything is fine.
Kavinsky turns his head and bumps a kiss to Derek's temple.]
How about you warn me, huh? [He sounds more amused than anything, though, that smile still in his voice. Shit. He feels... not quite worn out, but definitely like he's been knocked flat for a while. And if Derek ends up coming again? He'll live. Maybe when he's recovered enough he'll be a brat about it... or maybe sooner. Kavinsky draws a leg up until his thigh and knee can press against Derek's side. It's not a lot of movement, but it's definitely enough to make him aware of that fucking knot.]
Jesus, [he sighs, fingers going tight for just a second, giving Derek's hair a gentle pull.]
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[He at least knows how this part works. They'd gotten a little ahead of themselves and it hadn't even occurred to Kavinsky to try to roll over, and now they're stuck. It's fine, though. He's not going to get smothered like this. Probably.
Then Derek jerks his hips like that and Kavinsky groans sharply, hand tightening against Derek's ribs until he calms down again. He closes his eyes for a few seconds and lifts his other hand to stroke it through Derek's hair, rubbing absently as the other man's forehead hits his shoulder. There's something weirdly satisfying about this. Something kind of... grounding. He's stuck here and he feels good and so does Derek and everything is fine.
Kavinsky turns his head and bumps a kiss to Derek's temple.]
How about you warn me, huh? [He sounds more amused than anything, though, that smile still in his voice. Shit. He feels... not quite worn out, but definitely like he's been knocked flat for a while. And if Derek ends up coming again? He'll live. Maybe when he's recovered enough he'll be a brat about it... or maybe sooner. Kavinsky draws a leg up until his thigh and knee can press against Derek's side. It's not a lot of movement, but it's definitely enough to make him aware of that fucking knot.]
Jesus, [he sighs, fingers going tight for just a second, giving Derek's hair a gentle pull.]