[ This sounds like bullshit. This doesn't even sound like good, manipulative bullshit, either - this just sounds like the coddling of a horny teenage boy who just wants to fuck and be fucked. Derek thins his mouth, pressing his lips together, eyes flicking from the toy in Tate's hand and back to his face. His dom's face? Jesus, that's unpleasant. A power dynamic so tilted and obscured by how things should be that he's not sure how to feel - power comes and goes in waves, he knows that better than anyone, he has that tattooed on his fucking back, but it's...

It's hard. This is hard.

But the realization that this is difficult has a weird kind of affect on Derek - this all just feels so pointless, like holding onto his dignity and his bad mood and digging his heels into the sheets isn't going to do anything in the face of a truly fucking ludicrous situation. His bad mood breaks a little and he kind of laughs, anxiety leaving him in one strong wave. "Show me how to be a good dom by being a good sub", Jesus. How far they've both fallen into corruption since Tate screamed in his face in orientation. ]

Christ, you're the worst.

[ But fine - fine. He drapes his other arm over his eyes and lets his legs part at Tate's touch, purposefully trying not to see the way Tate strokes the thing, his stupid ass body betraying him by getting kind of hard. Tate didn't appeal to him the way he might have wanted to - but the fact that he tried, that's what won Derek over. That's what reminded Derek why he trusts this kid, as foolish of a decision as that might be. ]

Okay, just - fine. What do you want me to do? Keeping in mind that I am twice your size. You're not going to be difficult to snap in half.