Would you be open to writing more Kameron + Denali? I’m not sure what what, but everything you write is ❤️🥺
Kameron set his phone down after finally getting himself to close out of TikTok. It was for his own sanity, really, because if he had to hear ‘why was he holding her hand when he’s supposed to be mine?’ one more time, he just might have had an aneurysm. He could feel himself start to get in his feelings and it frustrated him to no end because he didn’t feel as though he had a right to.
Maybe it was the way Denali’s face lit up when he found out Rosé was in Los Angeles. Or the fact that it was an open secret that the two of them had hooked up at least once before. Hell, maybe it was because the chemistry between them was so obvious that he’d picked up on it early in their season.
But the worst part of this sudden wave of bad feelings was coming to terms with the fact that he wasn’t sure where he actually stood with Denali. When Denali had admitted that he was planning on moving out there by himself, he couldn’t act like he wasn’t suddenly excited and hopeful. But he still hadn’t broached the subject of labels, let alone exclusivity.
The subject of Rosé had barely come up at all before one night while they were eating takeout. “Do you wanna go out for lunch with me and Rosie tomorrow?” Denali asked.
Kameron tilted his head, trying not to seem surprised. “You want me to come? I just figured you guys might only want alone time to reconnect.”
“We hung out today, we had that time,” he shrugged then furrowed his brows. “What, did you think we were gonna hook up again?”
He looked down, poking at his food with his fork. “I mean, it’s not really any of my business if you did, right? We never said we were exclusive, or if we were even… you know…”
“Dating?”
Kameron nodded, though he couldn’t quite get himself to look Denali in the eyes. “Didn’t wanna be presumptuous or whatever, thought it might be a bit bold to call you my boyfriend without officially running it by you,” he told him with an awkward laugh.
But Denali just smiled fondly. “Aw, that’s sweet.” He reached out and affectionately squeezed his thigh. “It’s cute that you’re still shy around me for some reason. I do wanna be your boyfriend. And listen, yes, Rosé and I had a bit of a fling, but basically we just had to get it out of our systems. We’re just friends now.”
“So I’ve been sulking all day for nothing?”
Denali chuckled and kissed his cheek. “A little bit.”
Would you want to write a little more Kamnali? I dont know what the ship name is to be honest but I just remember us talking about southern gentleman Kameron x horny demon Denali 🥰
“You know, I really feel like I should’ve taken you on a proper date by now,” Kameron remarked, a fucked-out Denali cuddled up to his side. “It feels rude.”
Denali couldn’t help but laugh softly. “All the things you’ve been doing to me and you’re worried we haven’t gone on a date?” he looked up at Kameron and realized he was serious, his expression softening. “I think that’s really sweet, actually,” he hummed.
Kameron smiled, body relaxing. “I just wanna treat you right, y’know? Wine and dine you a little before I blow your back out again.”
“And they say romance is dead,” he giggled, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “We can go anywhere you want, I promise I’ll dress real cute and put out later.”
He cupped the shorter queen’s face and kissed him deeply. “You’re cute. Insatiable, but cute. We better make that date tonight, don’t think you can go longer than that without my dick,” he teased.
Denali hit his chest lightly, but giggled. “Tonight is perfect.”
remember when the hornies in your ask box were talking about kameron/denali? would you want to write some of them? maybe some sm*t?
ok im like... here for this lol
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With Denali staying in Los Angeles for a few weeks, he took it upon himself to find a gym shortly after getting settled. He’d asked a few friends for recommendations and found that so far, they led him in the right direction.
It wasn’t until his third session that he ran into Kameron. He’d just stepped out of the locker room showers and noticed Kameron coming in after his workout session. “Well damn, what a small world,” he smirked, looking him over perhaps more shamelessly than he should’ve.
“Denali? Fancy meeting you here,” Kameron hummed with a grin. “Didn’t know you’d made the move out to LA,” he remarked as he kicked off his shoes and socks and tugged his sweat-stained tank top off.
“Just temporarily,” he clarified, leaning against the row of lockers, the metal feeling cool against his still-hot skin. “This your usual gym?”
He nodded. “And had I known you were coming, I would’ve gone a little harder to show off,” he teased with a wink, pushing off his shorts, now clad in only a jockstrap.
“I mean, if you wanted to show off how big and strong you are, there are other ways to do that,” he retorted.
Kameron cocked his brow before shifting, bracketing Denali between his arms, effectively trapping him (as if Denali would’ve made the slightest attempt to move). “You propositioning me in a locker room, Foxx? Don’t you think that’s a little cliche?”
“Dunno, you don’t seem to mind,” Denali hummed, letting his towel drop to the floor.
Not needing to wait any longer, Kameron took Denali into the showers, getting the water running before kissing him heatedly. “Shit, wait here,” he muttered, stepping back out and grabbing lube and a condom, then abandoning his underwear with the rest of his clothes to rejoin him, picking right back up where he left off.
Denali barely had time to respond before Kameron’s slicked-up fingers pressed into him, thrusting and curling steadily until his hips were jerking in erratic need.
Kameron smirked in satisfaction after a few minutes, easing his fingers out and rolling the condom down his length. He paused for a moment, an idea forming. “I’m gonna pick you up, wrap your legs around my waist.”
He obliged, locking his legs around Kameron’s waist, letting him pin him against the wall and moaning out as Kameron eased into him.
“Someone’s gonna hear you,” he warned between low, breathy grunts. But when Denali didn’t immediately quiet down, he smirked. “Of course you’d be into that,” he teased as he kept thrusting steadily, making sure his hold on the smaller man stayed firm.
Denali did make a half-hearted attempt to quiet down, biting on his lip so only whimpers and whines escaped. “Fuck, just like that,” he whispered, hiding his head against the crook of Kameron’s neck.
“I got you, baby,” he cooed, thrusting harder and faster, shifting his balance so he could hold Denali with one arm and jerk him off with his opposite hand, bringing them both to an orgasm almost in unison.
Denali was still clinging onto Kameron when he’d come down from the orgasmic rush, staying in his arms for another few moments before he was carefully set down. “Fuck, now that’s a proper LA welcome,” he chuckled breathily as he rinsed off.
Kameron smirked as he cleaned up as well. “Yeah? I still feel like I should take you out for dinner though. You free tonight?”
“Such a southern gentleman,” he cooed. “I’m down, seven sound good?”
He grinned, tilting Denali’s chin up to press a kiss to his lips. “It’s a date.”
