calloused: ʙᴇᴛɪᴄᴏɴꜱ (268.)
ᴅᴇʀᴇᴋ ʜᴀʟᴇ ♔ ([personal profile] calloused) wrote 2020-01-10 08:00 am (UTC)

[ Somewhere between leaving blunt teeth marks in the bridge of Tate's shoulder and brushing against the very top of his thigh with his fingertips, Derek actually... starts to calm down. He's still incredibly fucking eager, still demanding in that way he always gets when he's blindly horny and needs that connection - but when Tate tells him that this must have meant more, it's kind of sobering. He slows down. ]

Yeah.

[ Yeah. He leaves his hand against Tate's thigh, still halfway up his boxers, but the hickeys he's leaving on Tate's neck turn gentle. He kisses him, feather-light, up to his jawline - and then he pulls back, propping himself up to look directly into Tate's eyes, casting a shadow over the top of him. He just... stops, and he looks, and the guilt of getting this carried away, this happy, is finally starting to eat at him. ]

I'm a coward. Heartbeats are... comforting.

[ He - shrugs, slightly. He doesn't want Tate to think that Derek likes him more like this, because that's not what this is about - he just missed being able to hear the steadying thump of Tate's heart, he missed having that insight into what he was thinking, how he was feeling. It's so much easier to trust him, when he doesn't sound... hollow. Dead. ]

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