[ Nothing feels better than this. The pain bursting over his back as Tate scratches hard enough to almost, almost draw blood, the pressure of Tate's body milking his dick and demanding another load from him - it's stripping Derek free of whatever conscious thoughts he has, and he's barely aware of what he's doing when he bites shallow marks into Tate's neck and throat, pressing his entire body down on him with enough weight to make it hard for Tate to breathe.
It takes so much fucking force for Derek to tear Tate apart enough to hilt the full weight of his cock inside of him, but when he does, locking the two of them together in the enveloping heat of their own bodies, Tate blows his load. Derek doesn't, not yet, but the frantic spasms of his body and squeezing, clenching twists around his cock are making his toes curl and his vision go spotty, and Derek can't even whisper the encouraging things he always does when Tate comes, the whispers of good boy and keep going. He's just-- wrecked, pushing weakly into Tate despite already at his limit, tied in place by the swollen girth of his knot. ]
Nn.
[ There's cum on his stomach and blood on his shoulder, and the smell of sex and sweat in the air is making Derek needy and desperate. He pushes shallow, full-body thrusts into Tate to get what little friction he can when he's stuck this deep and incapable of pulling out, but it's the way Tate smiles at him, the way he looks satisfied and taken and his, it's the way his heartbeat ricochets around in Derek's own chest and makes him teary with affection and want and lust -- that's what makes him hit his edge. ]
C-coming. I'm gonna--
[ He yells, when he comes, body wracked with shudders that make his muscles scream with pain. He's holding eye contact, looking deep into black-brown colour as jet after jet of his load fills Tate up, locked into place by the unyielding seal of his knot. He collapses mid-climax, burying his nose back into Tate's shoulder and squeezing his entire body in the tightest bearhug he can, coming and coming and coming, and when he's finally, finally done, the world feels fuzzy and fake and underwater. He lets out a hard, rattling breath, and he just--
Stays there, on top of Tate, hypersensitive and still bucking hard into him every few seconds, even when there's nothing in him left. Fuck. ]
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It takes so much fucking force for Derek to tear Tate apart enough to hilt the full weight of his cock inside of him, but when he does, locking the two of them together in the enveloping heat of their own bodies, Tate blows his load. Derek doesn't, not yet, but the frantic spasms of his body and squeezing, clenching twists around his cock are making his toes curl and his vision go spotty, and Derek can't even whisper the encouraging things he always does when Tate comes, the whispers of good boy and keep going. He's just-- wrecked, pushing weakly into Tate despite already at his limit, tied in place by the swollen girth of his knot. ]
Nn.
[ There's cum on his stomach and blood on his shoulder, and the smell of sex and sweat in the air is making Derek needy and desperate. He pushes shallow, full-body thrusts into Tate to get what little friction he can when he's stuck this deep and incapable of pulling out, but it's the way Tate smiles at him, the way he looks satisfied and taken and his, it's the way his heartbeat ricochets around in Derek's own chest and makes him teary with affection and want and lust -- that's what makes him hit his edge. ]
C-coming. I'm gonna--
[ He yells, when he comes, body wracked with shudders that make his muscles scream with pain. He's holding eye contact, looking deep into black-brown colour as jet after jet of his load fills Tate up, locked into place by the unyielding seal of his knot. He collapses mid-climax, burying his nose back into Tate's shoulder and squeezing his entire body in the tightest bearhug he can, coming and coming and coming, and when he's finally, finally done, the world feels fuzzy and fake and underwater. He lets out a hard, rattling breath, and he just--
Stays there, on top of Tate, hypersensitive and still bucking hard into him every few seconds, even when there's nothing in him left. Fuck. ]