Won't until you come again.

[ Derek doesn't have the energy to fuck Kavinsky with the same rough, piledriving, animal force the two of them always connect with, and when he grips Kavinsky's cock, strokes the head of it with his palm to urge him back into full hardness, it's done soft and with attention and care. The fact that it's this quiet means that he can hear every breath Kavinsky takes, every sigh, he can watch him with a focus he doesn't have when he's pounding him into the mattress. He rocks his hips as best as he can, bumping the inside of Kavinsky with his knot, and he watches him as his hand moves in long, languid strokes. ]

Don't want anyone else to have you. Don't want anyone else to fuck you. Hate that I have to share you.

[ Kavinsky's pulled him back into a kiss, and Derek lets it happen, but he doesn't stop grinding or talking while he swipes his tongue across his bottom lip or sucks the tip of Kavinsky's tongue. His free hand finds Kavinsky's, and he weaves their fingers together, holding Kavinsky's hand against the sheets. ]