Fuck-- [Kavinsky breathes in sharply when Derek moves like that, subtle but still enough to send pleasant shocks through him. He's not sure if it's a victory when he feels his own cock stir, heat sinking through him as Derek gently fucks him with short, barely-there thrusts.
He's still pretty lucid, though, and he's catching everything Derek's saying as he rambles all that possessive shit. Kavinsky looks up as a hand squeezes his waist and he meets Derek's gaze. He doesn't even know what to do with all of that. In some ways it scares the hell out of him. He can't put all of that into one person again. He can't. And maybe in the end it's got fuck all to do with him.
Kavinsky gets his arm around Derek's shoulders, not wanting him to pull back too far. The worst part is Derek kind of has managed to get under his skin and stay there. He doesn't think he could excise him at this point if he wanted to. He doesn't know what to say, a little scared he'll say something he can't walk back, so he pulls Derek down into another kiss to smother himself.]
Don't stop, [he mumbles, like it's hard to get the words out as Derek grinds against him.]
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He's still pretty lucid, though, and he's catching everything Derek's saying as he rambles all that possessive shit. Kavinsky looks up as a hand squeezes his waist and he meets Derek's gaze. He doesn't even know what to do with all of that. In some ways it scares the hell out of him. He can't put all of that into one person again. He can't. And maybe in the end it's got fuck all to do with him.
Kavinsky gets his arm around Derek's shoulders, not wanting him to pull back too far. The worst part is Derek kind of has managed to get under his skin and stay there. He doesn't think he could excise him at this point if he wanted to. He doesn't know what to say, a little scared he'll say something he can't walk back, so he pulls Derek down into another kiss to smother himself.]
Don't stop, [he mumbles, like it's hard to get the words out as Derek grinds against him.]