[ Derek had privately hoped they'd go this far, but he wasn't sure it would actually happen. Tate's so fucking tight, just like always, making Derek's breathing come ragged, blood coursing through his body and filing him with adrenaline. He swallows a few times, tries to keep his composure, but he can't help it when he slowly pushes his hips upwards, driving into Tate half inch by half inch, the weight and the heat of him so much more real without sight. ]
I... I mean.
[ He's gonna make a joke, it's there in his voice. Derek gestures with his hands, feebly prying his hands away from each other with a shallow fraction of his strength, making sure to keep his wrists bound together. Can't exactly do anything he wants to Tate right now, can he? ]
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I... I mean.
[ He's gonna make a joke, it's there in his voice. Derek gestures with his hands, feebly prying his hands away from each other with a shallow fraction of his strength, making sure to keep his wrists bound together. Can't exactly do anything he wants to Tate right now, can he? ]
Dumb thing to say.