[He nudges his nose against Derek's as a warm, calloused hand slides over his neck.]
You're not too much. I'm okay. [He feels okay. Way better than okay. He grins a little and runs his hand over Derek's arm.] Lay down on me a little more. C'mon.
[He might not be quite as thick as Derek is but he's not a bean pole. He can handle more weight pushing him into the bed. Hell, he's fucking filled out a little more in his two years here. His hips shift and he's not even trying to fuck with Derek when he does it. His thigh tightens against Derek's side and he can't really help the little sound he makes. Fuck that knot is just--it's pressing against some good places.]
Easy, okay? [Kavinsky kisses Derek's hair, trying to calm the hell down.] You can grind on me if you want. Just--mm.
[That slow roll of Derek's hips is kind of perfect, actually. Not frantic like earlier, just enough to get a little friction.]
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You're not too much. I'm okay. [He feels okay. Way better than okay. He grins a little and runs his hand over Derek's arm.] Lay down on me a little more. C'mon.
[He might not be quite as thick as Derek is but he's not a bean pole. He can handle more weight pushing him into the bed. Hell, he's fucking filled out a little more in his two years here. His hips shift and he's not even trying to fuck with Derek when he does it. His thigh tightens against Derek's side and he can't really help the little sound he makes. Fuck that knot is just--it's pressing against some good places.]
Easy, okay? [Kavinsky kisses Derek's hair, trying to calm the hell down.] You can grind on me if you want. Just--mm.
[That slow roll of Derek's hips is kind of perfect, actually. Not frantic like earlier, just enough to get a little friction.]
Fuck, sweetheart. No one fucks me like you.