Scott... [That name has become a mantra, either that or Derek is just at a loss of words as he gazes up at Scott through heavy lidded eyes, fondly but with obvious lust and need. Scott's own jet black hair is soft between Derek's fingers, ruffled from all the stroking he does, careful enough not to scratch his scalp in the process.
He grunts, thrusting up to meet Scott when he lowers back down onto him, then pulls him into a kiss where they're connected deeply and fully once more. It's not nearly as desperate as the others before it, this one is slow and sensual, heavy and amorous. When there lips part his bright crimson eyes linger on Scott's eyes. He won't say how much he cares, that he loves Scott, too, but it's there as he looks at him.
After that, he meets the other wolf thrust for thrust, not taking away an ounce of control from him, but also not letting him get away with all the fun either.]
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He grunts, thrusting up to meet Scott when he lowers back down onto him, then pulls him into a kiss where they're connected deeply and fully once more. It's not nearly as desperate as the others before it, this one is slow and sensual, heavy and amorous. When there lips part his bright crimson eyes linger on Scott's eyes. He won't say how much he cares, that he loves Scott, too, but it's there as he looks at him.
After that, he meets the other wolf thrust for thrust, not taking away an ounce of control from him, but also not letting him get away with all the fun either.]