[Tate picks up without saying hello - he just hits accept to the call and breathes, a soft noise catching in his throat as he returns his hand down to the base of his cock. His other hand keeps toying its fingers against his hole, finger fucking himself in small pauses to keep himself from getting too into it to stop. He hears Derek's voice and blinks open his eyes, staring off across the room and pressing the shell of his ear down next to his phone, head lolling to the side.
He wants Derek to be here, but this - this has to do. He jerks himself off, hoping the shit quality of the call might pick up the hitching of his breath, the sheets sliding under his heels as he parts his legs wider and the sound of him jerking it in steady slow pumps.]
Y-Yeah. Please. Please.
[He doesn't want to wait, doesn't want to have a second more burdened with desire. Knowing that Derek's hot for him too? He wants to hear him panting, be able to close his eyes and think for a moment that he's there. Leaning over him, ready to lock his jaws against his throat again and bite until it hurts. Bite until he comes. His voice is thick and he's unsteady, waiting for another sign before he'll jerk off harder and with dedicated intent.]
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He wants Derek to be here, but this - this has to do. He jerks himself off, hoping the shit quality of the call might pick up the hitching of his breath, the sheets sliding under his heels as he parts his legs wider and the sound of him jerking it in steady slow pumps.]
Y-Yeah. Please. Please.
[He doesn't want to wait, doesn't want to have a second more burdened with desire. Knowing that Derek's hot for him too? He wants to hear him panting, be able to close his eyes and think for a moment that he's there. Leaning over him, ready to lock his jaws against his throat again and bite until it hurts. Bite until he comes. His voice is thick and he's unsteady, waiting for another sign before he'll jerk off harder and with dedicated intent.]