[ If Tate wasn't tempting, Derek wouldn't have done half the things he's already done with him. Wouldn't have fucked him when they were constructing the treehouse. Wouldn't have been so easily wrapped around his little finger all those months back, going from holding an arm over Stiles' chest to keep Tate away from him to standing at the foot of his bed in the treehouse worrying about hurting him. Tate stretches out and Derek goes quiet, for a second, but ultimately presses his lips together in a line and sternly shakes his head. ]
Self-control isn't an easy thing for me to get back once I give it up.
[ That's part of why he holds onto it so tightly - he's seen what it does to people who let go. Derek is resilient, someone who wants to be better, and giving into his base instincts without the right imperative just isn't who he is. ]
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Self-control isn't an easy thing for me to get back once I give it up.
[ That's part of why he holds onto it so tightly - he's seen what it does to people who let go. Derek is resilient, someone who wants to be better, and giving into his base instincts without the right imperative just isn't who he is. ]
I could end up biting you.
[ A real bite. It's what he'd want to do. ]