[Even non-verbal, the promise means a lot to Tate. It means that he's got back one of the few relationships here that he's really invested in. And things with Derek are easier now that Stiles is gone, a thorn that had started to stick in his side. A lot of things are working out in that Tate feels he can draw more from what they have than he could before - less hoops, more reward. He's invested now and willing to keep doing whatever it takes to stay at this level of cherished, this level of wanted and... well, needed.
He lost a lot of people, here and back home, and finally he's feeling like he's coming out of a dip by doing okay. Derek came back and that defied the odds - so this is meant to be, right? He'll fight tooth and nail to prevent it being taken back away from him. All while, most likely, working against himself out of other blind and selfish needs. So for now his touch is tender, fingers raking back through Derek's hair as he shudders at that warm, wet touch of his tongue. He feels bolstered by Derek, able to keep from focusing on all the things that would make him uncomfortable here in lieu of enjoying the way he swallows down his cock.
Tate... stares. He's seen Derek from this angle before but there's something so overtly lewd about it now, where his dark eyes widen a few degrees and his knees turn inward as his feet press down against the floor. It feels good - fucking good - and he's saying such in breathy little mutterings under his breath, but he's not paying attention. He's just... hooked, leaning in and rolling his hips, trying his hardest not to just push Derek's face back down his dick to watch it yet again disappear.]
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He lost a lot of people, here and back home, and finally he's feeling like he's coming out of a dip by doing okay. Derek came back and that defied the odds - so this is meant to be, right? He'll fight tooth and nail to prevent it being taken back away from him. All while, most likely, working against himself out of other blind and selfish needs. So for now his touch is tender, fingers raking back through Derek's hair as he shudders at that warm, wet touch of his tongue. He feels bolstered by Derek, able to keep from focusing on all the things that would make him uncomfortable here in lieu of enjoying the way he swallows down his cock.
Tate... stares. He's seen Derek from this angle before but there's something so overtly lewd about it now, where his dark eyes widen a few degrees and his knees turn inward as his feet press down against the floor. It feels good - fucking good - and he's saying such in breathy little mutterings under his breath, but he's not paying attention. He's just... hooked, leaning in and rolling his hips, trying his hardest not to just push Derek's face back down his dick to watch it yet again disappear.]
That's - that's good. That's really good.