[ Derek tries to think, but his head is this blurry mix of a dozen different wants. The only real reactions he give, at first, come from Kavinsky kissing him; he returns each one with slow, grand effort, trying to taste Kavinsky's tongue with his own, pressing their foreheads together, staying close. He doesn't know to answer, just mumbles out what he can. ]
Just want you.
[ He rolls his hips forward, small and slow and gradual, but still enough to make him shiver again. Carefully, Derek reaches his hand up to rest his palm against Kavinsky's neck, running his thumb down his throat and up to his jawline. It's intimate and affectionate, just touching for the sake of touching, too out of it and too exhausted to know what else to do. ]
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Just want you.
[ He rolls his hips forward, small and slow and gradual, but still enough to make him shiver again. Carefully, Derek reaches his hand up to rest his palm against Kavinsky's neck, running his thumb down his throat and up to his jawline. It's intimate and affectionate, just touching for the sake of touching, too out of it and too exhausted to know what else to do. ]
Don't want to be too much.