[ How about you warn me, Kavinsky says, and Derek makes this dumb, affectionate little moan of protest as if he's saying that somehow slamming a massive fucking dog dick into his hole wasn't his fault. He closes his eyes like he's annoyed by the kiss, but that's just Derek; from the way his breathing slows and the way he looks more and more comfortable and safe, it's obvious that it meant something to him.
And then Kavinsky moves, pressing his thigh to his side - ]
A-ah.
[ Derek's moan is strangled and sudden, like it's surprising even him to make. His eyes snap open, already watering, face getting red. It was an easy, insignificant movement, but it was enough to really fuck with Derek. His dick throbs, knot seeming to swell even more, the slick feeling of his own cum making it harder not to want this again. He's too exhausted, though - he can barely move. ]
J... Joey.
[ Derek's voice is strained and maybe even, for the first time, submissive. For some reason, even though they've knotted like this before, Kavinsky's probably never had this much control over Derek; he's breathing hard again, lips apart, just feeling so fucking good, all because of the boy beneath him. There's something pleading in his voice, but he doesn't know if he wants Kavinsky to stay still or keep moving. Brain's too scrambled. ]
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And then Kavinsky moves, pressing his thigh to his side - ]
A-ah.
[ Derek's moan is strangled and sudden, like it's surprising even him to make. His eyes snap open, already watering, face getting red. It was an easy, insignificant movement, but it was enough to really fuck with Derek. His dick throbs, knot seeming to swell even more, the slick feeling of his own cum making it harder not to want this again. He's too exhausted, though - he can barely move. ]
J... Joey.
[ Derek's voice is strained and maybe even, for the first time, submissive. For some reason, even though they've knotted like this before, Kavinsky's probably never had this much control over Derek; he's breathing hard again, lips apart, just feeling so fucking good, all because of the boy beneath him. There's something pleading in his voice, but he doesn't know if he wants Kavinsky to stay still or keep moving. Brain's too scrambled. ]
Nn. Joey.