[ There's always this element of give and take in everything he and Tate do together - pleases and thank you are just solidifying expressions of the trades they've been dancing around since before they even built the treehouse. Derek gives Tate freedom and Tate uses that freedom to stay with him, most of the time - Derek gives Tate his trust, and Tate gives Derek his trust back.
Tate begging him now gives Derek the same excited, thrilling jolt of power he gets when Tate talks about being his beta, or when Tate asks him for his help with something. Derek loves Tate, he really does - but he loves giving him things so much more than just selfishly taking what he wants, and his heart does a little dance in his chest having Tate admit that this is something he wants.
He sets his hand on Tate's stomach, feeling the rise and fall of his breaths, feeling himself sweat a little at the small of his back. He nods at Tate to take off his jacket, the car starting to feel too hot between the both of them for it to be reasonable to ask him to keep it on any longer, and he sinks into Tate until he's balls deep, holding himself there with the camera trained on his face. ]
Tate -
[ -- I love you sits on the tip of his tongue, staying unspoken. He wets his lips, starts to fuck into Tate a little faster, feeling himself change. There's a spark of red in his eyes that he quickly blinks back, because he still remembers what Tate said a few months back - he doesn't want to need blood, he doesn't want red to help him. ]
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Tate begging him now gives Derek the same excited, thrilling jolt of power he gets when Tate talks about being his beta, or when Tate asks him for his help with something. Derek loves Tate, he really does - but he loves giving him things so much more than just selfishly taking what he wants, and his heart does a little dance in his chest having Tate admit that this is something he wants.
He sets his hand on Tate's stomach, feeling the rise and fall of his breaths, feeling himself sweat a little at the small of his back. He nods at Tate to take off his jacket, the car starting to feel too hot between the both of them for it to be reasonable to ask him to keep it on any longer, and he sinks into Tate until he's balls deep, holding himself there with the camera trained on his face. ]
Tate -
[ -- I love you sits on the tip of his tongue, staying unspoken. He wets his lips, starts to fuck into Tate a little faster, feeling himself change. There's a spark of red in his eyes that he quickly blinks back, because he still remembers what Tate said a few months back - he doesn't want to need blood, he doesn't want red to help him. ]