confiscated: (⇀ no grace beyond the way)
Brooks Myers ([personal profile] confiscated) wrote in [personal profile] calloused 2019-07-29 06:11 am (UTC)

07/13

[He's been through this once already so it's not really new, but the nerves he has are on account of the situation that got him here. Swapping Doms, dealing with loose ends, forfeiting a sudden freeness automatically to appease someone whose opinion he thrives on. He needs to placate Derek the same way he placated Kavinsky if he wants his life to stay the way it is and not dissolve any further.

They're signing. A wad of paperwork gets flicked through with things omitted and added in lingo he doesn't pay all that much attention to. Aside from checking his consent, they still have a way of speaking only to the Dominant in the situation, perhaps expecting him to dumb it down for Tate like a Dominant should spoon feed their sub. Tate ends up rolling his eyes and looking away, only looking back when it's time to sign his name.

Three months. October 13th will be when their contract ends. Derek graced him with the non-suffocating option of not immediately going for something permanent, if only to provide the illusion of choice. Tate has no choice. He has to sign or else he loses Derek and he knows that, hence the signing. His dark eyes are thoughtful when he looks back to Derek, his expression betraying his idle boredom as things conclude. A license is provided for the two of them and Derek (and only Derek,) is offered a celebratory handshake.

Tate just sticks his hands in the pockets of his jacket and heads outside, itching for a cigarette and leaving Derek to further conclude any of the matters inside. He bunches up the license and jams it into the inner pocket of his jacket, to be forgotten about but carried on his person 'til death do them fucking part.]

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