confiscated: (⇀ than life lost)
Brooks Myers ([personal profile] confiscated) wrote in [personal profile] calloused 2019-08-07 05:16 pm (UTC)

[Tate laughs, light and genuine, when Derek declines to care about the soon to be messy state of his car. His head just lolls back while Derek's kissing his neck and he laughs, feeling surprisingly unanchored and light despite being pinned beneath Derek's bull-like weight and tethered to him by the absurd reality of his cock. He just feels like he's gotten sweet release, something that cleared his head and makes him feel steady on his feet again. Or on his back, in this instance.

His leg's cramping and he tries to move it, but there's really nowhere for his heel to find better purchase. Aside from that, he feels good - treasured, by Derek's wandering hands, and made to feel like he really is the only thing that matters to him. For now, anyway. That bubble will dissipate with sobering reality later, but for now - Tate's dopey and happy, eyes dulled with afterglow and a smile still touching to his lips on and off, like the small thrusts Derek still does instinctively.]


Yeah, you're good.

[Better than good. This might be the closest he's been able to feel to someone since coming here, and not for a lack of trying. Kavinsky was close, in the desperate need for need. Violet would've been ideal if she'd - loved him any. Derek still has someone else he considers his first, though, and always will. Tate will never find his perfect match.]

Dunno about - always being like this though. Might be inconvenient.

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