[ No one fucks me like you gets to Derek just as much as the shift of Kavinsky's hips and the reactionary grip of his body. He makes quiet moans, drops his weight a little, pushes his hips forward, flexes his cock. He feels like he's being edged, but he feels like he's been drained of every drop of cum he's got - he feels like he's on fire, falling too deep into good feelings to do anything but hold onto Kavinsky and make these intermittent, subtle jerks of his hips that only bring him closer. Makes them closer. ]
That's what - that's what I want.
[ It's hard to know what he's referring to at first - Kavinsky told him to grind on him, and Derek punctuates these hard, breathless sentences with more subtle, eager flexes of his cock and gentle inward fucks, making his knot rub softly but persistently against Kavinsky's prostate, keeping him stretched, making him alive. He keeps talking, though, clarifies what he means. ]
Want to be the best. Worth remembering. Best you've had. The one that...
[ Derek's getting a bit of power back in his voice, more of that possessiveness, more of that dominance. He props himself up on his knee, as best as he can, and moves his hand down to Kavinsky's waist. When he holds his eye contact, he looks - sincere. Serious. He squeezes Kavinsky's side, makes him look at him. ]
Just want to be the best to you. Out of everyone. Your favorite person. Want you to only think of me when you're with other people. Want all your relationships with everyone else to just - matter less, than the one you have with me. I want...
[ He wants a lot of things. Selfish, demanding things, said in the heat of the moment, playing on all the shit Kavinsky makes him want to be. Alpha. ]
no subject
That's what - that's what I want.
[ It's hard to know what he's referring to at first - Kavinsky told him to grind on him, and Derek punctuates these hard, breathless sentences with more subtle, eager flexes of his cock and gentle inward fucks, making his knot rub softly but persistently against Kavinsky's prostate, keeping him stretched, making him alive. He keeps talking, though, clarifies what he means. ]
Want to be the best. Worth remembering. Best you've had. The one that...
[ Derek's getting a bit of power back in his voice, more of that possessiveness, more of that dominance. He props himself up on his knee, as best as he can, and moves his hand down to Kavinsky's waist. When he holds his eye contact, he looks - sincere. Serious. He squeezes Kavinsky's side, makes him look at him. ]
Just want to be the best to you. Out of everyone. Your favorite person. Want you to only think of me when you're with other people. Want all your relationships with everyone else to just - matter less, than the one you have with me. I want...
[ He wants a lot of things. Selfish, demanding things, said in the heat of the moment, playing on all the shit Kavinsky makes him want to be. Alpha. ]