[ Derek fights off that three hours bullshit with the hardest thrust of his hips yet, burying in deep and staying there, stretching Tate out with every inch of him. Yeah, throwing the three hour thing into this was his idea, but-- they're close to the full moon and it was a stupid idea to try this now, when Derek's grip on himself is as tenuous as it can ever be. He's not gonna listen.
Tate starts moving with him, he decreases the fucking vibration, and Derek's happy again, grinning wide. He picks up the pace, gets a little frantic and off-rhythm, which is kind of new for him - he fucks Tate in fast, sloppy, unpracticed thrusts, chasing after Tate every time he moves away and welcoming him back when he drops against him again, and when Tate starts to sink down, locking him in place, Derek does his best to keep fighting. He flexes his hands around the vinyl binding his wrists together, close to just-- breaking the thing so he can put his hands on Tate's ass and get him moving again.
But Tate successfully pins him in place and Derek huffs, frustrated, laying where he is and doing his absolute fucking best to not bring out the werewolf strength and do what he wants. He darts his tongue between his lips and opens his eyes again, staring at the masked shadow that would be Tate, if the blindfold didn't obscure his vision. Reluctantly, he does as he's told, parting his lips - but he's impatient, and if this isn't worth it, he's gonna go back to doing what he wants to do. ]
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[ Derek fights off that three hours bullshit with the hardest thrust of his hips yet, burying in deep and staying there, stretching Tate out with every inch of him. Yeah, throwing the three hour thing into this was his idea, but-- they're close to the full moon and it was a stupid idea to try this now, when Derek's grip on himself is as tenuous as it can ever be. He's not gonna listen.
Tate starts moving with him, he decreases the fucking vibration, and Derek's happy again, grinning wide. He picks up the pace, gets a little frantic and off-rhythm, which is kind of new for him - he fucks Tate in fast, sloppy, unpracticed thrusts, chasing after Tate every time he moves away and welcoming him back when he drops against him again, and when Tate starts to sink down, locking him in place, Derek does his best to keep fighting. He flexes his hands around the vinyl binding his wrists together, close to just-- breaking the thing so he can put his hands on Tate's ass and get him moving again.
But Tate successfully pins him in place and Derek huffs, frustrated, laying where he is and doing his absolute fucking best to not bring out the werewolf strength and do what he wants. He darts his tongue between his lips and opens his eyes again, staring at the masked shadow that would be Tate, if the blindfold didn't obscure his vision. Reluctantly, he does as he's told, parting his lips - but he's impatient, and if this isn't worth it, he's gonna go back to doing what he wants to do. ]