[Tate's breath escapes him in a little huff when Derek's teeth graze his neck and he feels the edges of them lift light welts that melt away just as quickly as they came. This is one of those times they tangle together with such vivid connection that it really makes Tate feel alive, makes him feel like he isn't stuck in a constant state of yearning anymore - he's achieving something, he's having something. Someone. Derek's willing and wanting and Tate ties into that, his fingers curling clumsily around Derek's cock and stroking him once before pressing his head to his cheeks.
It's not exactly dignified, the way he wriggles on the couch to try and better offer up an angle of himself, but he's teasing Derek against his hole all the same - smearing the generous pre but only applying the lightest of pressure. He wants Derek to push harder, but it's not until he's doing this that Tate realizes he's so caught up in the moment that he's just working on instinct. Jumping right to it.]
Don't make me beg. I just - I just want to feel you, okay? I want us to fuck our brains out.
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It's not exactly dignified, the way he wriggles on the couch to try and better offer up an angle of himself, but he's teasing Derek against his hole all the same - smearing the generous pre but only applying the lightest of pressure. He wants Derek to push harder, but it's not until he's doing this that Tate realizes he's so caught up in the moment that he's just working on instinct. Jumping right to it.]
Don't make me beg. I just - I just want to feel you, okay? I want us to fuck our brains out.