[ He's taking this as an admission of defeat, from Tate, who acts like he's in charge despite doing exactly what Derek told him to do. He's caving, giving Derek the right to take control again, and Derek just laughs, clearly feeling like he's won something. He can't hide the smugness in his voice. Doesn't even try. ]
That's what I thought.
[ He takes his hand from Tate's cock, shifting closer on his knees and bringing his fingers to Tate's hole. He's as gentle as ever, slowly pressing his fingertips into his entrance and stretching him open, coating him with lube to make this easier, and then with very little ceremony, he brings the plug to Tate's entrance instead. He's jerking Tate off again as he gently penetrates him, easing the plug in inch by inch. ]
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That's what I thought.
[ He takes his hand from Tate's cock, shifting closer on his knees and bringing his fingers to Tate's hole. He's as gentle as ever, slowly pressing his fingertips into his entrance and stretching him open, coating him with lube to make this easier, and then with very little ceremony, he brings the plug to Tate's entrance instead. He's jerking Tate off again as he gently penetrates him, easing the plug in inch by inch. ]
Breathe. Take it easy.