[Tate grew up being told he was handsome, especially in comparison to his siblings - it was the one thing his mother could never let go of. Her perfect little cherub child, after all the others he finally came. Tate never really put stock into compliments about his appearance because of that, and also because he had no real connection to how he looked. He just existed. He knew he was attractive, he heard everything you could say about that but his life wasn't really affected by it. So compliments tend to bounce off, and he only really uses his looks to get what he wants - which may be the very reason why he cares right now. Derek says he's beautiful, which he could laugh at on another day, but it means something. Means Derek cares about him again, after that threat of it never happening.
Tate's - pleased. He smiles, just weakly and around the edges of his mouth. His lips stay parted the whole way through because of soft little gasps and pants, with Derek's tongue touching down his dick and his hand pumping him soon after that. Shit, this is a pretty good blowjob, now that he's blotting out all the factors he doesn't really care about. He nudges his hips closer, and curls his fingers into Derek's shirt.]
I missed you too.
[Tate says the words half in truth, half just to make sure he keeps Derek close. He's terrified of him turning away again, of leaving or thinking less of him. The opinions of certain people always have mattered to Tate more than they should, while what the rest of the world thought of him couldn't matter less. He wets his lips and leans back a bit, staring down into Derek's eyes from an angle.]
I'm not going anywhere. I promise. Do you promise?
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Tate's - pleased. He smiles, just weakly and around the edges of his mouth. His lips stay parted the whole way through because of soft little gasps and pants, with Derek's tongue touching down his dick and his hand pumping him soon after that. Shit, this is a pretty good blowjob, now that he's blotting out all the factors he doesn't really care about. He nudges his hips closer, and curls his fingers into Derek's shirt.]
I missed you too.
[Tate says the words half in truth, half just to make sure he keeps Derek close. He's terrified of him turning away again, of leaving or thinking less of him. The opinions of certain people always have mattered to Tate more than they should, while what the rest of the world thought of him couldn't matter less. He wets his lips and leans back a bit, staring down into Derek's eyes from an angle.]
I'm not going anywhere. I promise. Do you promise?