Alec&Deryk

Alec made a soft sound of approval before diving in, tongue tracing his bottom lip, silently, teasingly requesting entrance. His knee was sliding further up between his legs, with seemingly no intention of stopping until it reached a collision.

At first it was just a firm pressure, a reward for allowing entrance, a temporary release of friction in return for opening his mouth as he had prompted. For letting him stake his claim, to map out every centimeter, every curve of the smaller mouth.
Because damn right it was his now.
But as the kiss got more frantic, deeper, scouring the traces of anyone else that could be left, the pressure intensified as well, it was like everything, the smooth leather of the couch, the snapping of the fireplace, the feel of the pliant man below him, was amplified, so that it felt much more intense than it truly was.

He didn't break the kiss, or any of the contact, when lifting Derek, hands firmly holding the brunette up with hands on his backside, the position prompting the Brit's legs to wrap around his waist for stability, though the contact wasn't broken, Alec, disappointingly, had to focus on navigating out of the room with little visionary assistance. Kicking open a door and striding down the hallway to his own room door, a four poster bed, compete with a canopy, (it wasn't gay, he just couldn't sleep with light on.)azure silk sheets that probably had cost more than Derek's car, were his landing point when he was dumped onto them, Alec taking a moment to close doors and shut off lights.

A dipping of the mattress was probably the only sign Derek got of Alec's return before arms grasped him about the waist and pulled him against their owner's solid body, "Stay," he spoke, the sound seeming loud in the room silent with the exception of breathing and shifting blankets as they were pulled up and over them, Alec hooking a leg over Derek's form, one and tracing light circles on his hip.

When Alec's eyes opened the next morning, fingers idly running through the hair of his current bed partner, he didn't quite remember the night before.
So when he looked down to see the green eyed Brit, breathing slow puffs of warm breath onto his chest, it took a few moments for the shock to set in.

"Shit." His eyes widened but he was yet to find his ability to move. "Bloody fucking hell."

"What the fuck did I do?" He snapped, "What the fuck did you do?" He slid out of the bed, eyes narrow, hands balled in fists. "How drunk was I?"

"Good god, no, I wouldn't- I can't- " upon looking at Deryk, his eyes darkened. "Get the fuck out, leave, if anyone asks, these damn 'meetings' are still going on, or there may be a slight miscalculation in your payment." He snapped.