[ Tate's amusement only encourages Derek, who leans into his defiant streak like it's where he lives. He's grinning, now, dropping down on his knees to curl his lube-slick hand around Tate's cock, gliding over him just fast enough to keep him alert. He hums, thoughtfully, like he's actually considering the order, but he never really was. ]
Make me.
[ He strokes Tate faster, always running hot enough to make the tight heat of his palm even warmer. He closes his fist around Tate's head and squeezes, massaging in circular pulls as he holds the plug with his other hand, looking at Tate with his eyebrows raised. ]
Or tell me you want this. Tell me you want me to make you come.
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Make me.
[ He strokes Tate faster, always running hot enough to make the tight heat of his palm even warmer. He closes his fist around Tate's head and squeezes, massaging in circular pulls as he holds the plug with his other hand, looking at Tate with his eyebrows raised. ]
Or tell me you want this. Tell me you want me to make you come.