[ Tate's pushing, so - Derek has no choice but to push back. He could argue, say what it is he thinks he deserves, or even buy into the talk of being bitten until the dirty talk and the promise of what he could have gets him so hard that he caves and does something stupid - or he could distract Tate a little harder. ]
Shh.
[ When Derek presses his lips to Tate's, it's to progress what they're doing as much as it is to shut him up. He goes hard pretty much immediately, brushing his bottom lip with his tongue in a plea for access as he brings his hand up the leg of Tate's boxers to stroke his dick with renewed urgency. He kisses him for as long as Tate will allow, flicks and swirls of his tongue paired with the strong, slow jerk of his fist, and when he pulls back, he doesn't go far. ]
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Shh.
[ When Derek presses his lips to Tate's, it's to progress what they're doing as much as it is to shut him up. He goes hard pretty much immediately, brushing his bottom lip with his tongue in a plea for access as he brings his hand up the leg of Tate's boxers to stroke his dick with renewed urgency. He kisses him for as long as Tate will allow, flicks and swirls of his tongue paired with the strong, slow jerk of his fist, and when he pulls back, he doesn't go far. ]
Roll over. Lay on your stomach.