[ Derek's the one who asked for a kiss, but he's also the one who delays actually having it. Tate leans up and Derek smiles a little, right there in the corner of his lips, letting Tate wait as if he's fully intending to leave him hanging - and only when Tate starts to look confused or annoyed or impatient does Derek actually dip down to meet him.
The kiss is... soft, and it's not chaste, exactly, but it's the kind of kiss they don't ever share all too often. It's romantic and it lingers and Derek keeps his eyes shut through the whole thing, wanting to experience the moment in a way he doesn't when they're just-- furiously biting at one another's lips, desperate to touch and taste and have. He nudges Tate's cheek with his nose when he finally pulls back, grinding between his thighs a little faster. ]
Yeah.
[ He digs his nails into Tate's leg, little moon-shaped bite marks that don't hurt. There's something stirring in his chest that Derek normally doesn't feel - a muted, quiet jealousy, lingering enough to make his stomach hurt without taking him over and making him furious in the protective, werewolfish way it usually does. Derek sighs softly, slowing down, the slippery hold of Tate's thighs around him getting him too close to the edge already. He wants to take his time. ]
Have you... who did you...?
[ Have you done this before - who did you do this with. The questions are pretty obvious, even if Derek's having trouble asking. ]
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The kiss is... soft, and it's not chaste, exactly, but it's the kind of kiss they don't ever share all too often. It's romantic and it lingers and Derek keeps his eyes shut through the whole thing, wanting to experience the moment in a way he doesn't when they're just-- furiously biting at one another's lips, desperate to touch and taste and have. He nudges Tate's cheek with his nose when he finally pulls back, grinding between his thighs a little faster. ]
Yeah.
[ He digs his nails into Tate's leg, little moon-shaped bite marks that don't hurt. There's something stirring in his chest that Derek normally doesn't feel - a muted, quiet jealousy, lingering enough to make his stomach hurt without taking him over and making him furious in the protective, werewolfish way it usually does. Derek sighs softly, slowing down, the slippery hold of Tate's thighs around him getting him too close to the edge already. He wants to take his time. ]
Have you... who did you...?
[ Have you done this before - who did you do this with. The questions are pretty obvious, even if Derek's having trouble asking. ]