[ Tate's always, always been like this. Pushy, manipulative, trying to convince him to do things either on a whim or because he wants more from Derek than Derek's been willing to give him. This is already straining him, and Derek's hand hesitates, his expression shifting to something more unreadable. He can't tell, sometimes, if Tate doesn't realize that the shit he says hurts him or if he just doesn't really care. ]
C'mon, Tate.
[ Derek lets Tate move, grabbing his boxers with one hand and dragging them off Tate's body once they're at his thighs. He leans over him, kissing his neck, grazing his shoulder with his teeth or brushing his nose against the shell of his ear, little things to try and keep Tate horny and distracted. There was a time when Tate would do fucking anything, to have Derek sleep with him. That's not enough anymore. ]
Just enjoy this. You don't - have to be anything else for me to want you.
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C'mon, Tate.
[ Derek lets Tate move, grabbing his boxers with one hand and dragging them off Tate's body once they're at his thighs. He leans over him, kissing his neck, grazing his shoulder with his teeth or brushing his nose against the shell of his ear, little things to try and keep Tate horny and distracted. There was a time when Tate would do fucking anything, to have Derek sleep with him. That's not enough anymore. ]
Just enjoy this. You don't - have to be anything else for me to want you.