[ He'd expected a dozen different comments from Tate, but-- not that. Derek's not one for blushing, but he's taken aback and mildly affected by the reminder of what they did not too long ago. The passing touches, the curious stares by one or two dominants who recognized the way Tate squirmed when he walked - the feel of a dial being slowly turned beneath the pad of Derek's thumb. Derek's mind scrambles a little. ]
That, uh.
[ He looks at Tate for a second or two too long, then slowly, slowly does as he's told. Before too long, he's bare and half hard, clearing his throat as he lays on his back, arm draped over his stomach as if he feels far more casual than he does. He holds eye contact - wild dogs have to assert dominance one way or another. ]
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That, uh.
[ He looks at Tate for a second or two too long, then slowly, slowly does as he's told. Before too long, he's bare and half hard, clearing his throat as he lays on his back, arm draped over his stomach as if he feels far more casual than he does. He holds eye contact - wild dogs have to assert dominance one way or another. ]
I was in charge. It's fine when I'm in charge.