[If Tate could just relax into this relief, he would. But he needs to find a way to keep their complicated mess of delays going, so he arches his back a bit at first touch. Derek's hand is stroking him and he briefly clasps his own over it, stretching out his leg on the bed and staring up at Derek almost fully distracted by the physicality of what he's doing before returning to himself with a soft little moan.]

You deserve a lot more than you've been getting.

[Whether that's the ability to fuck until sated or in having the betas he wants, Tate does want to please Derek. Desperately so. He wants his neverending approval, and doesn't like it when it feels like he's disappointed him. His hand gingerly raises to touch at Derek's neck, pressure applied by the fingertips to try and coax him closer.]

Would you still bite me where you said you would? Or would you pick somewhere else?