[That promise gets a shivering breath in response. Or maybe it's the way Derek starts stroking him, gentle and slow and all the things they rarely are with each other. Kavinsky can't help the way his body goes tense or shivers when Derek moves his hips, not oversensitive but just--really aware of the way his knot is moving, the minute slide of his cock and the come that's inside him and it's all just... a lot. But not in a bad way.
There's plenty to listen to. Quiet hitches in his breath, moans and sighs and maybe a little whine in there somewhere when Derek gets a real rhythm going with his hand. He isn't really quiet when the kiss, either, but neither is Derek. He keeps talking, keeps saying all that shit that just digs into him until he can't forget it.
His hand squeezes Derek's as its pinned to the bed, holding onto him and increasingly aware that this... he hasn't exactly had sex like this in a while. He manages a strained laugh.]
Hate sharing, [he admits. He doesn't know if it's the same as what Derek's talking about, but it's true. Kavinsky has never been great at it, maybe because he's an only child or because he lost so much that whatever he gets his hands on he can't let go. Not unless it's ripped from him.]
Shit--shit-- [His breathing gets faster, pulse pounding again as Derek works him back up. It doesn't take much and he doesn't know if that should be a point of pride or embarrassment at this point.]
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There's plenty to listen to. Quiet hitches in his breath, moans and sighs and maybe a little whine in there somewhere when Derek gets a real rhythm going with his hand. He isn't really quiet when the kiss, either, but neither is Derek. He keeps talking, keeps saying all that shit that just digs into him until he can't forget it.
His hand squeezes Derek's as its pinned to the bed, holding onto him and increasingly aware that this... he hasn't exactly had sex like this in a while. He manages a strained laugh.]
Hate sharing, [he admits. He doesn't know if it's the same as what Derek's talking about, but it's true. Kavinsky has never been great at it, maybe because he's an only child or because he lost so much that whatever he gets his hands on he can't let go. Not unless it's ripped from him.]
Shit--shit-- [His breathing gets faster, pulse pounding again as Derek works him back up. It doesn't take much and he doesn't know if that should be a point of pride or embarrassment at this point.]