[ Another temptation, another split decision to make. He's thought of biting Tate since the day they fucking met, at one degree or another - it's funny, how much simple things were when he first arrived. A Dominant, unsigned, playing with the idea of biting multiple submissives and forming a pack out of his contracts. How much easier his life might have been had he stayed unconnected. Animalistic. Tate would have been his first bite. His best.

In the end, despite the look of want that briefly flashes over him, Derek just rolls his eyes, dropping down to rest his knees on the bed. This isn't what Tate wants, not really, Derek's not stupid. Not after so many rejections. ]

You're thinking with your dick.

[ Derek reaches out, sets his hand on Tate's thigh, then moves even closer. Maybe he's using a tactic Tate's used on him before - distracting him with sex, the kind of thing that used to make his skin crawl - but so be it. His fingers move up Tate's leg until his hand is at his boxers, and Derek holds eye contact as he starts to stroke Tate through the fabric, coaxing him into getting hard. ]

C'mon. I don't have to go all out to make you come. I've never had trouble getting you off before, have I?