"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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"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.