the progress project [3]

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everett

he groans, attempting to pull away but failing miserably. derek's mouth is a sin, and he's definitely going to hell. "babe, i gotta go, you're going to make me late for class."

derek nibbles at his neck, hands on his hips to bring him closer. "then be late."

"nope," the blonde slips away from his grasp and rushes towards the door. "have a good day! love you!"

he's halfway down the staircase when he realizes what he said.