[Tate's fingers curl against the tiles of the bathroom, grip slipping along them the more Derek spoils him with lavish attention from his tongue. A year ago Tate wouldn't have really pegged himself for liking this kind of thing - but here he is, hard and red faced from just a few swipes of a tongue up his ass. His head lolls back when Derek jerks him off, and he feels like his knees might go weak. More so when Derek's standing again behind him, like a shadow overhead, making goosebumps lift across Tate's skin.
'Beg me', he says. Tate laughs - heady and grinning, and leans back against the body behind him. He can feel the head of Derek's cock between his cheeks and he knows it's only a matter of seconds before he's going to have it in him - so he takes a deep breath and closes his eyes.]
Please.
[The first word just - slips out, but then he pushes his weight back against Derek to emphasize it.]
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'Beg me', he says. Tate laughs - heady and grinning, and leans back against the body behind him. He can feel the head of Derek's cock between his cheeks and he knows it's only a matter of seconds before he's going to have it in him - so he takes a deep breath and closes his eyes.]
Please.
[The first word just - slips out, but then he pushes his weight back against Derek to emphasize it.]
You got me ready. I want it.