Maybe I shouldn't be wasting my time hiding in the corner, then. Should be putting on a show.
[ a pause. this isn't real. he can give tate what he wants, through text, without... worrying the way he does. worrying about hurting him, worrying about going too far, worrying that tate wants more than he can handle. he can engage in some of the things derek doesn't know if he could really do, in reality. not outside of the full moon. derek types a little faster. ]
Tate - I'd pin you to the bed. Hold you down. Fuck you until your bones ache. Slap your ass until it's red. Pull your hair until your eyes water.
I'd put my hands around your throat. The way you always wanted me to. I'd squeeze. Feel your windpipe beneath my thumbs, brittle and fragile. I'd flood you with my cum while your throat rasped for the little gasps of breath I'd let you have. You'd feel full. Every part of you. Overwhelmed. Hurt. Happy.
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[ a pause. this isn't real. he can give tate what he wants, through text, without... worrying the way he does. worrying about hurting him, worrying about going too far, worrying that tate wants more than he can handle. he can engage in some of the things derek doesn't know if he could really do, in reality. not outside of the full moon. derek types a little faster. ]
Tate -
I'd pin you to the bed. Hold you down. Fuck you until your bones ache.
Slap your ass until it's red. Pull your hair until your eyes water.
I'd put my hands around your throat. The way you always wanted me to.
I'd squeeze. Feel your windpipe beneath my thumbs, brittle and fragile. I'd flood you with my cum while your throat rasped for the little gasps of breath I'd let you have.
You'd feel full. Every part of you.
Overwhelmed.
Hurt. Happy.