[ Derek comes first. There's no real fanfare with it, this time - he's grinding against Kavinsky like he has been until suddenly his hand stops moving and he freezes mid-kiss. His breath hitches, and the moan he makes is this overwhelmed, choking sob, head pitching forward as he scrunches his eyes tight. He breathes through his open mouth against Kavinsky's lips, nose to nose, and feels lightheaded as his knot pulsates and stretches Kavinsky out even further as another full, massive load shoots deep into him, breeding him again, still plugged in place with the last. Derek sounds weak, sounds like he's going to faint, but he keeps rocking his hips forward through the sensitivity, still sweating, still going. ]
Love seeing you like this.
[ A quiet, breathless confession, but it's all he's got. He's jacking Kavinsky off again, a little faster, now, picking up the pace in a way that's still gentle and attentive and unforced. He smears pre over the sensitive nerves with the pad of his thumb, and he squeezes Kavinsky's hand in his a little tighter. He just keeps rocking forward, even as his voice lets out these strangled, needy sounds of overstimulation, trying to watch Kavinsky's expression with whatever lucidity he has left in him. ]
no subject
Love seeing you like this.
[ A quiet, breathless confession, but it's all he's got. He's jacking Kavinsky off again, a little faster, now, picking up the pace in a way that's still gentle and attentive and unforced. He smears pre over the sensitive nerves with the pad of his thumb, and he squeezes Kavinsky's hand in his a little tighter. He just keeps rocking forward, even as his voice lets out these strangled, needy sounds of overstimulation, trying to watch Kavinsky's expression with whatever lucidity he has left in him. ]