[ Man, he doesn't want Tate to bear through anything - Derek can feel the mild bubble of irritation emanating from Tate, and Derek rolls his eyes a little, more amused than anything else. ]
Just for a second. Look -
[ He pulls his hand from Tate's chest, fingers stilling in Tate while he gropes the floor blindly for his phone, and when he finds it, unlocks it and navigates to the camera app, he takes a few short, quick photos of Tate, stretched out beneath him. Derek thinks he looks beautiful like this - the tousled curls, the light sheen of sweat, the flush of pink on his chest, the contrast of pale skin against dark, black leather. Derek turns the phone around, showing Tate, finding a slower rhythm with each push and pull of his fingers. ]
Look at you. Tell me that isn't the hottest you've ever looked.
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Just for a second. Look -
[ He pulls his hand from Tate's chest, fingers stilling in Tate while he gropes the floor blindly for his phone, and when he finds it, unlocks it and navigates to the camera app, he takes a few short, quick photos of Tate, stretched out beneath him. Derek thinks he looks beautiful like this - the tousled curls, the light sheen of sweat, the flush of pink on his chest, the contrast of pale skin against dark, black leather. Derek turns the phone around, showing Tate, finding a slower rhythm with each push and pull of his fingers. ]
Look at you. Tell me that isn't the hottest you've ever looked.