If Seth hadn’t been as focused on not freaking out as he had been, Seth would have berated him for treating him like he’d break easily. Though to be fair, Seth had for a bit. “I’d be better if my boyfriend stopped treating me like a ragdoll and started fucking me.” He growled out, lips pressing against the other’s cheek. “I promised I’d stop you if it was too much.”
Derek couldn’t help the soft laugh, tilting his head to kiss Seth fully. “I just don’t want to hurt you.” He countered lovingly, adjusting so he could put on a condom and ease into his lover. “You are everything to me, Seth.” He breathed, moving so he could kiss and nibble a mark into pale flesh.
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