[ That brief window of smug, controlled satisfaction Derek earns for himself doesn't last for long, but fuck, it's good while it does. Hearing Tate gasp, feeling him tighten - it's fucking amazing, and Derek grins, teeth sharp and white, lifting his chin in a challenging, cocky tilt. Tate tells him to go faster but Derek can tell that his heart is racing, he can hear him try to even himself out. He doesn't see what's coming next.
The dial twists and Derek's grin falters, a strangled moan dying in his throat as he drops his head back. It's-- still not at full blast, but it's well past what he's adjusted to, and when Derek clenches down, he only makes it worse for himself. He bites down on his teeth again, hissing in air, closing his eyes behind the blindfold. ]
Telling-- telling me to shut my mouth doesn't make you a dom.
[ Derek's voice comes watery and hesitant, but he clears his throat halfway through, trying to sound stronger by the end. If he wanted to be a good sub, he'd melt a little, drop away, act like he can't follow a simple order - but Derek just wants to come, now more than ever, and he's gonna challenge Tate's authority to get there. He leans the backs of his hands against the headboard for support and steadily starts to find a rhythm, grinding up into Tate - he stays pretty deep even after pulling out a little, not having been given enough room here to really fuck, but he's moving faster, getting what he wants, even as the intensity of all this starts making it hard for him to think clearly. ]
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The dial twists and Derek's grin falters, a strangled moan dying in his throat as he drops his head back. It's-- still not at full blast, but it's well past what he's adjusted to, and when Derek clenches down, he only makes it worse for himself. He bites down on his teeth again, hissing in air, closing his eyes behind the blindfold. ]
Telling-- telling me to shut my mouth doesn't make you a dom.
[ Derek's voice comes watery and hesitant, but he clears his throat halfway through, trying to sound stronger by the end. If he wanted to be a good sub, he'd melt a little, drop away, act like he can't follow a simple order - but Derek just wants to come, now more than ever, and he's gonna challenge Tate's authority to get there. He leans the backs of his hands against the headboard for support and steadily starts to find a rhythm, grinding up into Tate - he stays pretty deep even after pulling out a little, not having been given enough room here to really fuck, but he's moving faster, getting what he wants, even as the intensity of all this starts making it hard for him to think clearly. ]