[ The longer Tate hesitates on this, the more daring Derek gets to be. That moment where Tate closes his eyes is enough for Derek to start finding a better rhythm, something more stable - he fucks into Tate faster, finds a better angle to push his hips upwards with, his mouth already twitching into another hopeful, satisfied grin, and he thinks, for a second, that he'll actually be allowed to come like this. That he'll be able to take what he wants, just as he always does.
But Tate seperates from him and Derek's kind of pathetic when he goes, the small ah of want he makes paired with the way he follows his hips after Tate, not leaving the warmth of him until he has to - and when he drops flat onto his sheets again he just looks frustrated, hard against his belly and clearly more annoyed than anything else. ]
But-- c'mon.
[ Tate guides him upright and Derek goes, reluctantly sitting up straight and flexing against the bindings around his wrist again, like he's testing the strength of them. He can't see what Tate's holding, doesn't know the threat he's making - but he'd disobey even if he did. Already, Derek's leaning back down again, almost laying completely flat in a matter of seconds. ]
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But Tate seperates from him and Derek's kind of pathetic when he goes, the small ah of want he makes paired with the way he follows his hips after Tate, not leaving the warmth of him until he has to - and when he drops flat onto his sheets again he just looks frustrated, hard against his belly and clearly more annoyed than anything else. ]
But-- c'mon.
[ Tate guides him upright and Derek goes, reluctantly sitting up straight and flexing against the bindings around his wrist again, like he's testing the strength of them. He can't see what Tate's holding, doesn't know the threat he's making - but he'd disobey even if he did. Already, Derek's leaning back down again, almost laying completely flat in a matter of seconds. ]
I'm not done with this. Ride me.