"Oh god," he mumbles out, groaning at Derek's reaction, the way his hips jerk into the contact, his own pressing up into the man's teasing fingers. God, it's going to drive him nuts, he's sure.

He moans into the kiss and palms Derek's cock a little more firmly, fingers fitting around the outline of it as he strokes slowly up and down, his own rising to Derek's teasing fingers, wanting to feel that warm hand wrapped around him, touching him.

He wants Derek, and not just for right now. But he'll want him tomorrow and the next day and the day after, and a week from now, two weeks, a month and three months from now. He thinks he'll want Derek always.