[ Yeah - Derek's not a fan of this. Tate binds his wrists together and even though it feels like one hard flex would be enough to undo the whole thing, the idea of restriction alone makes his stomach twist. Derek doesn't complain, only raises his arms above his head to rest them more comfortably on the pillow behind him, but it's obvious that he wants to when he snaps at Tate for joking about a blindfold. ]
'Course it's fucking pushing it.
[ But - he wets his lips, not really sure what to say. He's getting punished for not being a good sub, after all - following the rules doesn't come easy for him, and if Tate wants to give him a rule or two that might push his boundaries or make him uncomfortable, Derek knows that that wouldn't be a bad thing for either of them, strictly speaking. Tate's gotta learn to fill his role here just like Derek does, even if the sadistic little shit doesn't seem like he needs much help with it. ]
You're supposed to be in charge, though. So. Do what you want.
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'Course it's fucking pushing it.
[ But - he wets his lips, not really sure what to say. He's getting punished for not being a good sub, after all - following the rules doesn't come easy for him, and if Tate wants to give him a rule or two that might push his boundaries or make him uncomfortable, Derek knows that that wouldn't be a bad thing for either of them, strictly speaking. Tate's gotta learn to fill his role here just like Derek does, even if the sadistic little shit doesn't seem like he needs much help with it. ]
You're supposed to be in charge, though. So. Do what you want.