[Tate's heard this before, he's known that Derek despite the roughness - always has that elusive feeling of remorse after hurting him. While Tate can't quite empathize with how that feels - he knows why Derek feels that way. It's wrong to hurt the people you love, even if it's with that love you've hurt them. But he can't quite ever understand what it is to feel that way himself, other than bowing his head when he's done wrong and getting frustrated with his inability to do good innately.
He hasn't turned completely, but one leg is folded under him after he pivots on the loft's edge. Looking at Derek, his eyes search him over and he wonders if they're going to be stuck in the usual rut of this conversation. Where Derek is too good, too pure, to let out his inner beast and Tate will again remain the one who can't prove himself to be useful albeit slightly masochistic.]
But when we do things together... I like the way it hurts, because it's safer with you. I know you'll stop if I tell you to. And I like being able to offer you something nobody else can - you really could fuck me with all your might, you know. I'd be fine.
[The last few words are muttered softly, before he flops back on the bed. Legs give a bit of a kick before he worms his way back onto the mattress fully, stretched out with his arms folded behind his head. Inviting, he hopes. Tempting, if nothing else.]
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[Tate's heard this before, he's known that Derek despite the roughness - always has that elusive feeling of remorse after hurting him. While Tate can't quite empathize with how that feels - he knows why Derek feels that way. It's wrong to hurt the people you love, even if it's with that love you've hurt them. But he can't quite ever understand what it is to feel that way himself, other than bowing his head when he's done wrong and getting frustrated with his inability to do good innately.
He hasn't turned completely, but one leg is folded under him after he pivots on the loft's edge. Looking at Derek, his eyes search him over and he wonders if they're going to be stuck in the usual rut of this conversation. Where Derek is too good, too pure, to let out his inner beast and Tate will again remain the one who can't prove himself to be useful albeit slightly masochistic.]
But when we do things together... I like the way it hurts, because it's safer with you. I know you'll stop if I tell you to. And I like being able to offer you something nobody else can - you really could fuck me with all your might, you know. I'd be fine.
[The last few words are muttered softly, before he flops back on the bed. Legs give a bit of a kick before he worms his way back onto the mattress fully, stretched out with his arms folded behind his head. Inviting, he hopes. Tempting, if nothing else.]
I trust you.