[He curses against Derek's mouth, this time it's not even in English. He can't really respond other than that with Derek stroking him like that, focusing now that he's kind of scratched that itch. He's panting again, swept up in that building feeling.
It doesn't hit him quite as hard as the first one did, but it's not exactly subtle either. Kavinsky digs his blunt nails against the back of Derek's hand, clutching him as his body goes tight. He kind of curls forward as he comes, running into Derek as he spills over his hand, adding to the mess that's already on his stomach. His legs get tense against Derek's sides and Kavinsky tries not to fucking move too much as that pleasure rolls through him.
He drops back against the bed again and tries to keep his ass pushed up against Derek's hips even as the other man grinds against him with this little movements.]
Holy shit, [he breathes. If he has to, he reaches down to stop Derek's hand moving on his cock before he hits too much. Kavinsky stares at the ceiling for a second, not really focused on anything as little aftershocks flash across his nerves, dragged out of him every time Derek moves.
He feels more wrung out now, wonders if that's even fucking possible for Derek when he's like this. His free hand rubs over Derek's shoulder and down his arm, too weak just then to really grab onto him.]
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It doesn't hit him quite as hard as the first one did, but it's not exactly subtle either. Kavinsky digs his blunt nails against the back of Derek's hand, clutching him as his body goes tight. He kind of curls forward as he comes, running into Derek as he spills over his hand, adding to the mess that's already on his stomach. His legs get tense against Derek's sides and Kavinsky tries not to fucking move too much as that pleasure rolls through him.
He drops back against the bed again and tries to keep his ass pushed up against Derek's hips even as the other man grinds against him with this little movements.]
Holy shit, [he breathes. If he has to, he reaches down to stop Derek's hand moving on his cock before he hits too much. Kavinsky stares at the ceiling for a second, not really focused on anything as little aftershocks flash across his nerves, dragged out of him every time Derek moves.
He feels more wrung out now, wonders if that's even fucking possible for Derek when he's like this. His free hand rubs over Derek's shoulder and down his arm, too weak just then to really grab onto him.]