General RP Damnit, He’s Hot! (Firestarter)

Kalin follows after Derek and then pauses, huffing, “Jackass. . .” He mutters, shivering slightly. He pulls the shirt ad towel off, walking to the bedroom and hanging Derek’s robe up in the place he hoped it belonged and wandered into the closet and then back out, looking for the clothes hamper. He huffs and eventually finds it back in the closet, dropping the shirt and towel in. He grabs a new towel and finishes drying his kin before pulling on new clothes.
 
Derek sits on the bed in the basement and growls to himself. His mind races on how long he will refuse to fuck Kalin. He even starts to come up with ideas of how to tease Kalin worse at work. He looks down and sees his throbbing erection and groans. After a long time alone in the basement, Derek walks back out and lays out on his couch, choosing to sleep on the couch instead.
 
Kalin tilts his head and blinks, looking up from his phone. He looks at the time and huffs, “Fuck-“ he turns it off and gets up, rubbing his face and wanders from the room, in need of water.

He sees Derek on the couch and hurt flashes through him. He hadn’t even relaized how late it had gotten, but knowing Derek had slept on the couch hurt. He frowns, his brow bunching as he moves over, getting a closer look, “Derek. . ?” He mumbles, rubbing his eyes.
 

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