Kavinsky drops a hand between them as soon as he feels Derek's cock against his stomach. He wraps his hand around him just to fucking feel him as they kiss. His aggression escalates with Derek's, matching him in intensity as something lets loose. He shifts his weight as Derek gets rid of the last of his clothes, making sure his legs don't get tangled in the fabric.
When they finally part, Kavinsky wets his lips and he can't help the wicked grin that lights his face. He doesn't bother answering, not verbally. Instead, he sinks down and teases his tongue over the head. Of course he wants this. He strokes his hand down Derek's thick cock and sinks lower, moaning at the familiar, heavy feel of him on his tongue.
Kavinsky reaches down to squeezes his own cock, trying to take the edge off a little as takes Derek as deep as he can. He bobs his head, trying to control the depth until he's ready to let Derek slide into his throat. He lets himself get sloppy, slick but not urgent yet.
There's a small, petty part of him that wants to stay stoic throughout all of this. If he doesn't make a noise, doesn't act like he's enjoying this, he might rile Kavinsky up a little, fuck with his head enough to make him think he's doing a poor job - but that's a slippery slope, one that leads to holding the poor guy down and calling him Joey while he blows his load on his face. That's not who Derek wants to be. He wants to rise above, for once. Exhibit self control.
If this is the only time they're going to do this, then fuck, he might as well enjoy it - and if they'll do this more than once, well. It's the first time he's fucked Kavinsky without being overtly angry at him. Nobody's going to know if he lets himself enjoy this.
He breathes in deep, softly breathing out as he spreads his legs a little wider and closes his eyes. Kavinsky's going fucking at it - the tight, wet suction around the head of his cock is almost enough to make his toes curl, but it's the eager way he manages to suck Derek down that fucking deep that fucking quickly that really gets to him. His legs go tense and he reaches one hand out to run his fingers through Kavinsky's hair, every ripped muscle of Derek's body tensed and tight.
"Fuck."
He doesn't guide Kavinsky yet, but he does ease him a little further down on his cock when he can take it, holding his head as he very gently fucks up into his throat. He's not being as rough as he could be, but he's a big guy - maybe he'll hold on too tight, maybe he'll gag Kavinsky, greedy to feel even more of his throat. He's trying his best not to, but - he doesn't know his own strength.
The pressure on his head is perfect. His throat goes tight for a second as Derek fucks into him, but it's perfect. He braces a hand against Derek's hip but it's not enough weight to try to stop him or slow him down. He just wants to feel it when he moves, wants the play of muscle and warm skin beneath his hand.
Kavinsky lets his eyes close and relaxes his throat as much as he can. Still, he gags for a second when Derek pushes deep. He recovers quickly, bobs his head back just enough before he sinks down again, as far as Derek can go. He tries to build up a rhythm like that with the weight of Derek's hand tangled in his hair. Every rock of Derek's hips, he feels him slide deep, fucking filling him.
His cock is fucking aching already and he grinds lazily against the bed, looking for friction the next time Derek slides into his throat. The angle isn't perfect, but it works.
Derek's breathing is coming more ragged, now, stilted peaks and valleys as he tries to keep composure. He's not pushing Kavinsky down any further than he thinks he can take it, at first, but Kavinsky is fucking eager, going further and further down his cock like he was made for this all on his own, and it's hard not to see stars. When Kavinsky gags, Derek laughs a little, but - it's not unkind. He just - likes that. Likes that someone's working so hard for him that they choke.
"Easy. Breathe through your nose."
He's alternating between gripping Kavinsky's hair tight, guiding him more overtly through each bob of his head, to smoothing his fingers back through his hair, soothing and almost sweet. He loses himself in the feeling for a few minutes, neglecting Kavinsky's cock the whole time without really meaning to, but soon he wants Kavinsky to really take it.
He pushes Kavinsky down, further and further and further, easing him past his gag reflex and cooing quiet instructions to him, telling him to open his throat, to relax, as Derek has him deepthroat his cock. When Kavinsky's nose is buried at the base of his dick, Derek grunts hard through his teeth, barely panting out a coherent sentence -
The sound of Derek's voice, the way he breathes, is all the encouragement he really needs. It's everything.
Kavinsky's almost euphoric by the time his nose nudges against Derek and all he can feel and all he can smell is him. His cock throbs against the bed and he can't help the way he moans. His hands are tight on Derek's hip and thigh and the man's voice fucking rings in his head deliciously.
You can take it, Joey.
Fuck.
He manages to swallow, feeling his throat get tight around Derek before he finally releases his head. Kavinsky pulls back, gasping as soon as his mouth is free. He knows he's a slick mess of saliva and precome, lips wet and swollen as he tries to catch his breath. His hand slides up to wrap around Derek's cock, stroking to make up for the lack of his mouth.
"Holy shit," he breathes, voice raw. But he's grinning again. He sinks down, brushes his lips along the thick length as he looks up at Derek. "You gonna come down my throat or you wanna save it?"
That gasp is fucking satisfying, and Derek doesn't hide the proud, wolfish grin on his face when he watches Kavinsky compose himself. He enjoys the sight of Kavinsky between his legs, talking to him between long drags of his tongue, and he doesn't know if it feels good because of his genuine, raw attraction to the guy or if some scummy, aggressive part of him just loves to see someone he hates on their knees. Maybe he just wants it to be the latter when it's not.
He guides Kavinsky upwards, holding him by the chin with his thumb and forefinger, leading him into another kiss. He tastes himself on Kavinsky's tongue, saliva and pre all mingling together, and fuck, if he could get any harder, he would. He breaks the kiss, leaning back on his elbows - he could come more than once if he wanted to, but he shouldn't push his luck.
"Save it. I wanna make you come first."
Derek leans forward again, reaching out while he talks, curling his fingers around Kavinsky's cock at the word come. He holds eye contract, stroking in gentle, upward twists before gliding his hand back down.
"Tell me something you want," Derek says, slow, barely blinking. "Something I could give you better than anyone else."
He mumbles a curse against Derek's mouth when he starts stroking his dick, giving him a hint of the relief he's been dying for. Kavinsky rocks his hips forward, trying to get more as they kiss.
"Your dick," he mumbles, dazed and eager. He licks at Derek's mouth. "I wanna come on your cock. I want you to make me lose my fucking mind."
Derek's good at that. Better than almost anyone else he's fucked around with since getting here. And when it's over, he knows he can just bliss the fuck out for a little while, unable to think of anything but how damn good he feels.
His hips move steadily, fucking against Derek's palm as much as he can because he's fucking dying for something. Blow jobs like that always get him revved up.
"Use your mouth first, though." He grins and bites at Derek's bottom lip. "And lube, asshole." Even if a spitfuck from Derek would fuck him up good.
Easily done. Derek stays perfectly still, keeping his hand just loose enough around Kavinsky's cock to be shy of satisfying, teasing him in a rhythm parallel to the thrust of his hips. He sorta-jokingly sorta-not arches his eyebrow when Kavinsky calls him an asshole, a vague, not-so-serious threat that he'll pack his shit up and leave if Kavinsky starts disrespecting him, but. It doesn't last.
He leans in, curving away at the last second to kiss Kavinsky's neck instead of his lips. He takes a firmer hold of Kavinsky's dick and strokes faster, coating his hand with pre while he sucks a hickey against his throat hard enough and long enough to leave a bruise. When he pulls away, he pushes Kavinsky down by the chest to lay him flat on his back, positioning himself on his stomach between his legs to do as he's told. He wants Kavinsky to see him, while he's doing this. Wants him to watch.
Derek's gonna be a tease for a while. He's dragging his tongue in a long line up Kavinsky's thigh towards his cock, the scratch of his beard brushing against his skin. He swipes the end of his tongue against the tip of Kavinsky's cock, sweeping off pre, but other than that, there's just a ton of near misses until he's decided that's enough.
He sits up straighter, and without much warning, he's manhandling Kavinsky a little, lifting his lower back from the bed and hoisting his thighs over his shoulders. It gives him easier access to his hole, which Derek circles with his tongue, one hand curling back around Kavinsky's cock. He strokes, eating him out with long, circular twists of his tongue, fucking into him with it, getting him ready.
He grabs Derek's shoulders, holding tight as the man sucks a bruise onto his throat while he strokes him like that. Fuck. Fuck, he rolls his hips to keep up, riding that delicious edge when the bruise hurts just enough.
He likes the manhandling, likes how it feels to get pushed down on the bed while Derek hauls his legs over his shoulders. The teasing swipes of his tongue make his hips jump, but it's nothing compared to how he feels when that mouth moves lower to tease and fuck his hole. His thighs go tight against Derek's shoulders and Kavinsky moans sharply beneath the delicious assault. His hands bunch the blanket beneath them and he works his hips, trying to meet every thrust of Derek's tongue and every stroke of his hand.
"Holy shit, holy fucking shit, you can't--I'm--"
He can't get the fucking words out as Derek makes good on his promise.
"I'm gonna come like this," he gasps out, warning, as his entire body gives a jerk. "Derek, c'mon man--fuck your fucking mouth--"
If Derek were cruel, this is where he would stop, leaving Kavinsky to writhe as a needy, desperate mess - but today is all about proving that's not who he is. Kavinsky gives him his warning and Derek just moves faster, fucking Kavinsky with his tongue, long bridges of spit drooling down his chin to the bed, messy and shameless. He squeezes Kavinsky's thighs tight, he bends his back a little more to make it ache just enough to feel good, and with his spare hand, he strokes Kavinsky faster and faster to lead him to his climax.
He can tell Kavinsky comes when his body seizes and locks up, and Derek doesn't let up on his assault, swirling his tongue in savage circles, dragging the flat breadth of his tongue up to Kavinsky's balls and sucking lightly while he blows. He jerks Kavinsky fast, rushing him through his orgasm with rapidfire precision, and when Kavinsky finally calms down, Derek's - pretty fucking proud of himself. Not often he gets to make a guy come just from something like that.
He lets Kavinsky go, letting him lay down flat with more gentleness than he had when he first pushed him down. He leans back on his knees, stroking his cock and peering down at Kavinsky, all messy and drained because of him.
Kavinsky groans as he's pulled into a deeper arch. It's fucking perfect and he feels like he's about to lose his mind as Derek pushes him right over the edge. He grabs at Derek as he comes, touching him wherever he can reach as he loses it.
Orgasms with Derek are always fucking intense, even now. Even when they aren't driven by aphro or rage. He comes hard, driven by Derek's unrelenting hand and mouth until he's kind of pushing off Derek's shoulders, trying to pull away as over-sensitivity starts to hit.
Derek seems to take the hint, though, because while he's still dazed and trembling, Derek lets him go so he can lay flat on the bed. He's breathing hard, dizzy and floating on that delicious high. "Holy fuck," he breathes, realizing vaguely that he's got come on his chest. Kavinsky lolls his head to look at Derek and reaches for him.
"C'mere." He wants a kiss and he wants to feel Derek's body - hot and hard - pressed against him.
Derek might be allowing himself to explore one night of common decency with Kavinsky, but he's not exactly tripping over himself in the rush to share an affectionate afterglow. Kavinsky says to c'mere and Derek hesitates, at first, not sure if Kavinsky's asking to be fucking cuddled, or something, but that doesn't seem to be the case. He's asking for a kiss, and - Derek can do that.
He drops down to lay alongside Kavinsky, turning his neck to face him, back still to the mattress. He reaches over himself to put his hand on kavinsky's cheek, holding him steady while he takes a kiss, as deep and as blatantly sexually charged on Derek's part as the last - he's still grazing his tongue against Kavinsky's when he reaches down between his legs to jerk Kavinsky off a little more, squeezing the last few drops of his load from him in long, milking pulls.
"We can stop. I'd understand if you were done."
He breaks away from the kiss just long enough to say that, looking Kavinsky in the eye. He drags his hand from his cock to his chest, circling his finger around the mess he left without actually touching it.
"Was hoping I'd make you come on your own face, though. Shame."
"Fuck you," he groans when Derek suggests stopping. His slow, milking strokes earns him a little more. His body goes tense again, just for a few seconds as he trembles through the little aftershock. Then he laughs.
"So bend me in half and fuck me through another one."
Kavinsky pushes himself up and moves so he can straddle Derek's hips. He leans down for another kiss and reaches between them to stoke Derek's cock, deliberate and quick. He adjusts his position to tease the head against his slick hole. He's hot and hard and tempting and all Kavinsky wants is to fuck until they're both out of their minds.
"'Cause I was hoping to have you dick deep again before we're done."
Derek's watching Kavinsky with-- well, he wouldn't call it concern, but he wouldn't not call it concern. Without aphro running through his system, going more than one round at a time is pretty impressive for a human dude, and with how quickly Kavinsky wants to just overwhelm himself to stop thinking about things, Derek's trying to figure out if this is something he really wants or if this is just - dick instead of drugs.
"You sure?"
He's not going to stop Kavinsky, or anything - fuck, he couldn't if he wanted to, once Kavinsky's lining his head against the soft, inviting heat of his hole, it's hard for Derek to think about anything other than the incredible urge to piledrive up into him. After the kiss, Derek flicks his eyes up to Kavinsky's, broad chest rising and falling with each breath, staying perfectly still and letting him take the lead. Allowing it.
A little of column A, a little of column B. Kavinsky wants to feel good and this is a way to get that. But he also wants Derek, and they've spent plenty of time trying to deny each other. He won't do it now. If he's going to be someone else's dirty secret, he's going to milk what he can out of every encounter.
Because after this, it's all sneaking around and furtive texting and calling, he knows that. Every time they hook up will be good, because it always fucking is, but it's always going to be on Derek's terms.
Kavinsky plants a hand on Derek's chest and leans over him to fumble in the nightstand drawer. There's lube there, because of course there is, and he uses a generous amount on Derek's cock before he adjusts his position again. He bites his lip as he guides Derek's cock and pushes back against him.
"Fuck," he whispers, realizing he probably could've used his fingers or something but fuck it. He's been used enough tonight that he should be okay. Even if it feels tight, he likes the stretch. "Fuck, you always feel so fucking good."
He lets go of Derek and presses his hands to his chest again, bracing himself as he takes every inch.
It's impossibly difficult, even before Kavinsky breathes out that perfect, needy little you always feel so fucking good that leaves Derek a little breathless,.for Derek to hold back here. He's convinced himself ever since the fucking People Zoo that his physical attraction to kavinsky isn't real, but - christ, look at him.
"Easy. I've got you."
Kavinsky's sitting on his cock like he was fucking made just for this, all tall and slim and perfectly ripped. Derek's keeping his eyes on Kavinsky while he lubes up his cock, but he can't help the way his gaze ends up dropping and he just fucking looks. Kavinsky's all hard angles and lean lines, and when Derek sets his hand on his hip to keep him steady, firm and warm and reassuring, it takes all his willpower not to force him down against this bed and fuck him within an inch of his life.
"Look at me, Joey."
Derek's grip on Kavinsky's hip gets a little firmer, more secure, and he's staring up at him like despite all the bullshit they've been through, despite all the reasons he has to kill this kid, he wants to make absolute sure that he's taking care of himself here. He smoothes his thumb over the V of Kavinsky's hip, supporting himself on his other elbow, trying not to shiver as he just fucking drops.
Kavinsky takes every inch of him and Derek's eyes nearly roll into the back of his fucking head. He digs his palm into Kavinsky's thigh and just braces him there, completely flush, holding him steady. He's so fucking tight. Derek tries to speak a few times, but his voice keeps dying every time. Takes a few false starts to get there.
"... We're gonna go slow, here. Just for a minute. Just so you can really feel this. Every inch."
There's nothing about Derek he can forget, no part of this that he can just put out of his head. Since that first time, he can't get this man out of his damn head. The feel of his hands on his body, his dark, sharp eyes that sometimes glow red. The cocky smirk that flashes to life and, more often, the scowl that seems permanently etched on his face. All of it is burned into his mind, all of it flares to life whenever they do this.
This is different. This is something they're doing wholly sober, because both of them are willing to admit that they want this. Each other. That ramps up the intensity in a way Kavinsky wasn't expecting, but should have. His eyes flash open at the sound of Derek's voice and he manages to meet his gaze, unwavering as he drops into Derek's lap.
Derek's grip is bruising and it keeps him grounded. He's half hard again and he doesn't think it'll take much to get him the rest of the way there at this rate. He watches Derek, deeply satisfied by his inability to speak at first. He wets his lips and shifts his weight, but he doesn't try to lift up or anything.
Slow? Jesus. Kavinsky manages to nod his head and he gives another slow rock of his hips, just to feel the way Derek's filling him.
"How slow are we talking here?" he manages after a moment. Like an experiment, Kavinsky lifts his hips slowly until he's halfway up Derek's cock before he sinks back down again, thighs trembling as he tries to keep it just as slow.
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When they finally part, Kavinsky wets his lips and he can't help the wicked grin that lights his face. He doesn't bother answering, not verbally. Instead, he sinks down and teases his tongue over the head. Of course he wants this. He strokes his hand down Derek's thick cock and sinks lower, moaning at the familiar, heavy feel of him on his tongue.
Kavinsky reaches down to squeezes his own cock, trying to take the edge off a little as takes Derek as deep as he can. He bobs his head, trying to control the depth until he's ready to let Derek slide into his throat. He lets himself get sloppy, slick but not urgent yet.
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If this is the only time they're going to do this, then fuck, he might as well enjoy it - and if they'll do this more than once, well. It's the first time he's fucked Kavinsky without being overtly angry at him. Nobody's going to know if he lets himself enjoy this.
He breathes in deep, softly breathing out as he spreads his legs a little wider and closes his eyes. Kavinsky's going fucking at it - the tight, wet suction around the head of his cock is almost enough to make his toes curl, but it's the eager way he manages to suck Derek down that fucking deep that fucking quickly that really gets to him. His legs go tense and he reaches one hand out to run his fingers through Kavinsky's hair, every ripped muscle of Derek's body tensed and tight.
"Fuck."
He doesn't guide Kavinsky yet, but he does ease him a little further down on his cock when he can take it, holding his head as he very gently fucks up into his throat. He's not being as rough as he could be, but he's a big guy - maybe he'll hold on too tight, maybe he'll gag Kavinsky, greedy to feel even more of his throat. He's trying his best not to, but - he doesn't know his own strength.
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Kavinsky lets his eyes close and relaxes his throat as much as he can. Still, he gags for a second when Derek pushes deep. He recovers quickly, bobs his head back just enough before he sinks down again, as far as Derek can go. He tries to build up a rhythm like that with the weight of Derek's hand tangled in his hair. Every rock of Derek's hips, he feels him slide deep, fucking filling him.
His cock is fucking aching already and he grinds lazily against the bed, looking for friction the next time Derek slides into his throat. The angle isn't perfect, but it works.
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"Easy. Breathe through your nose."
He's alternating between gripping Kavinsky's hair tight, guiding him more overtly through each bob of his head, to smoothing his fingers back through his hair, soothing and almost sweet. He loses himself in the feeling for a few minutes, neglecting Kavinsky's cock the whole time without really meaning to, but soon he wants Kavinsky to really take it.
He pushes Kavinsky down, further and further and further, easing him past his gag reflex and cooing quiet instructions to him, telling him to open his throat, to relax, as Derek has him deepthroat his cock. When Kavinsky's nose is buried at the base of his dick, Derek grunts hard through his teeth, barely panting out a coherent sentence -
"You can take it, Joey. I know you can."
- before letting go so he can surface. Fuck.
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Kavinsky's almost euphoric by the time his nose nudges against Derek and all he can feel and all he can smell is him. His cock throbs against the bed and he can't help the way he moans. His hands are tight on Derek's hip and thigh and the man's voice fucking rings in his head deliciously.
You can take it, Joey.
Fuck.
He manages to swallow, feeling his throat get tight around Derek before he finally releases his head. Kavinsky pulls back, gasping as soon as his mouth is free. He knows he's a slick mess of saliva and precome, lips wet and swollen as he tries to catch his breath. His hand slides up to wrap around Derek's cock, stroking to make up for the lack of his mouth.
"Holy shit," he breathes, voice raw. But he's grinning again. He sinks down, brushes his lips along the thick length as he looks up at Derek. "You gonna come down my throat or you wanna save it?"
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He guides Kavinsky upwards, holding him by the chin with his thumb and forefinger, leading him into another kiss. He tastes himself on Kavinsky's tongue, saliva and pre all mingling together, and fuck, if he could get any harder, he would. He breaks the kiss, leaning back on his elbows - he could come more than once if he wanted to, but he shouldn't push his luck.
"Save it. I wanna make you come first."
Derek leans forward again, reaching out while he talks, curling his fingers around Kavinsky's cock at the word come. He holds eye contract, stroking in gentle, upward twists before gliding his hand back down.
"Tell me something you want," Derek says, slow, barely blinking. "Something I could give you better than anyone else."
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"Your dick," he mumbles, dazed and eager. He licks at Derek's mouth. "I wanna come on your cock. I want you to make me lose my fucking mind."
Derek's good at that. Better than almost anyone else he's fucked around with since getting here. And when it's over, he knows he can just bliss the fuck out for a little while, unable to think of anything but how damn good he feels.
His hips move steadily, fucking against Derek's palm as much as he can because he's fucking dying for something. Blow jobs like that always get him revved up.
"Use your mouth first, though." He grins and bites at Derek's bottom lip. "And lube, asshole." Even if a spitfuck from Derek would fuck him up good.
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He leans in, curving away at the last second to kiss Kavinsky's neck instead of his lips. He takes a firmer hold of Kavinsky's dick and strokes faster, coating his hand with pre while he sucks a hickey against his throat hard enough and long enough to leave a bruise. When he pulls away, he pushes Kavinsky down by the chest to lay him flat on his back, positioning himself on his stomach between his legs to do as he's told. He wants Kavinsky to see him, while he's doing this. Wants him to watch.
Derek's gonna be a tease for a while. He's dragging his tongue in a long line up Kavinsky's thigh towards his cock, the scratch of his beard brushing against his skin. He swipes the end of his tongue against the tip of Kavinsky's cock, sweeping off pre, but other than that, there's just a ton of near misses until he's decided that's enough.
He sits up straighter, and without much warning, he's manhandling Kavinsky a little, lifting his lower back from the bed and hoisting his thighs over his shoulders. It gives him easier access to his hole, which Derek circles with his tongue, one hand curling back around Kavinsky's cock. He strokes, eating him out with long, circular twists of his tongue, fucking into him with it, getting him ready.
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He likes the manhandling, likes how it feels to get pushed down on the bed while Derek hauls his legs over his shoulders. The teasing swipes of his tongue make his hips jump, but it's nothing compared to how he feels when that mouth moves lower to tease and fuck his hole. His thighs go tight against Derek's shoulders and Kavinsky moans sharply beneath the delicious assault. His hands bunch the blanket beneath them and he works his hips, trying to meet every thrust of Derek's tongue and every stroke of his hand.
"Holy shit, holy fucking shit, you can't--I'm--"
He can't get the fucking words out as Derek makes good on his promise.
"I'm gonna come like this," he gasps out, warning, as his entire body gives a jerk. "Derek, c'mon man--fuck your fucking mouth--"
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He can tell Kavinsky comes when his body seizes and locks up, and Derek doesn't let up on his assault, swirling his tongue in savage circles, dragging the flat breadth of his tongue up to Kavinsky's balls and sucking lightly while he blows. He jerks Kavinsky fast, rushing him through his orgasm with rapidfire precision, and when Kavinsky finally calms down, Derek's - pretty fucking proud of himself. Not often he gets to make a guy come just from something like that.
He lets Kavinsky go, letting him lay down flat with more gentleness than he had when he first pushed him down. He leans back on his knees, stroking his cock and peering down at Kavinsky, all messy and drained because of him.
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Orgasms with Derek are always fucking intense, even now. Even when they aren't driven by aphro or rage. He comes hard, driven by Derek's unrelenting hand and mouth until he's kind of pushing off Derek's shoulders, trying to pull away as over-sensitivity starts to hit.
Derek seems to take the hint, though, because while he's still dazed and trembling, Derek lets him go so he can lay flat on the bed. He's breathing hard, dizzy and floating on that delicious high. "Holy fuck," he breathes, realizing vaguely that he's got come on his chest. Kavinsky lolls his head to look at Derek and reaches for him.
"C'mere." He wants a kiss and he wants to feel Derek's body - hot and hard - pressed against him.
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He drops down to lay alongside Kavinsky, turning his neck to face him, back still to the mattress. He reaches over himself to put his hand on kavinsky's cheek, holding him steady while he takes a kiss, as deep and as blatantly sexually charged on Derek's part as the last - he's still grazing his tongue against Kavinsky's when he reaches down between his legs to jerk Kavinsky off a little more, squeezing the last few drops of his load from him in long, milking pulls.
"We can stop. I'd understand if you were done."
He breaks away from the kiss just long enough to say that, looking Kavinsky in the eye. He drags his hand from his cock to his chest, circling his finger around the mess he left without actually touching it.
"Was hoping I'd make you come on your own face, though. Shame."
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"So bend me in half and fuck me through another one."
Kavinsky pushes himself up and moves so he can straddle Derek's hips. He leans down for another kiss and reaches between them to stoke Derek's cock, deliberate and quick. He adjusts his position to tease the head against his slick hole. He's hot and hard and tempting and all Kavinsky wants is to fuck until they're both out of their minds.
"'Cause I was hoping to have you dick deep again before we're done."
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"You sure?"
He's not going to stop Kavinsky, or anything - fuck, he couldn't if he wanted to, once Kavinsky's lining his head against the soft, inviting heat of his hole, it's hard for Derek to think about anything other than the incredible urge to piledrive up into him. After the kiss, Derek flicks his eyes up to Kavinsky's, broad chest rising and falling with each breath, staying perfectly still and letting him take the lead. Allowing it.
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A little of column A, a little of column B. Kavinsky wants to feel good and this is a way to get that. But he also wants Derek, and they've spent plenty of time trying to deny each other. He won't do it now. If he's going to be someone else's dirty secret, he's going to milk what he can out of every encounter.
Because after this, it's all sneaking around and furtive texting and calling, he knows that. Every time they hook up will be good, because it always fucking is, but it's always going to be on Derek's terms.
Kavinsky plants a hand on Derek's chest and leans over him to fumble in the nightstand drawer. There's lube there, because of course there is, and he uses a generous amount on Derek's cock before he adjusts his position again. He bites his lip as he guides Derek's cock and pushes back against him.
"Fuck," he whispers, realizing he probably could've used his fingers or something but fuck it. He's been used enough tonight that he should be okay. Even if it feels tight, he likes the stretch. "Fuck, you always feel so fucking good."
He lets go of Derek and presses his hands to his chest again, bracing himself as he takes every inch.
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"Easy. I've got you."
Kavinsky's sitting on his cock like he was fucking made just for this, all tall and slim and perfectly ripped. Derek's keeping his eyes on Kavinsky while he lubes up his cock, but he can't help the way his gaze ends up dropping and he just fucking looks. Kavinsky's all hard angles and lean lines, and when Derek sets his hand on his hip to keep him steady, firm and warm and reassuring, it takes all his willpower not to force him down against this bed and fuck him within an inch of his life.
"Look at me, Joey."
Derek's grip on Kavinsky's hip gets a little firmer, more secure, and he's staring up at him like despite all the bullshit they've been through, despite all the reasons he has to kill this kid, he wants to make absolute sure that he's taking care of himself here. He smoothes his thumb over the V of Kavinsky's hip, supporting himself on his other elbow, trying not to shiver as he just fucking drops.
Kavinsky takes every inch of him and Derek's eyes nearly roll into the back of his fucking head. He digs his palm into Kavinsky's thigh and just braces him there, completely flush, holding him steady. He's so fucking tight. Derek tries to speak a few times, but his voice keeps dying every time. Takes a few false starts to get there.
"... We're gonna go slow, here. Just for a minute. Just so you can really feel this. Every inch."
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This is different. This is something they're doing wholly sober, because both of them are willing to admit that they want this. Each other. That ramps up the intensity in a way Kavinsky wasn't expecting, but should have. His eyes flash open at the sound of Derek's voice and he manages to meet his gaze, unwavering as he drops into Derek's lap.
Derek's grip is bruising and it keeps him grounded. He's half hard again and he doesn't think it'll take much to get him the rest of the way there at this rate. He watches Derek, deeply satisfied by his inability to speak at first. He wets his lips and shifts his weight, but he doesn't try to lift up or anything.
Slow? Jesus. Kavinsky manages to nod his head and he gives another slow rock of his hips, just to feel the way Derek's filling him.
"How slow are we talking here?" he manages after a moment. Like an experiment, Kavinsky lifts his hips slowly until he's halfway up Derek's cock before he sinks back down again, thighs trembling as he tries to keep it just as slow.