[ He's always liked having that kind of power over people. Always liked being the reason why someone would writhe and cry out and come for him. If Tate hadn't brought up begging, Derek would have fucked into Tate the second Tate guided him to his hole, but now Derek wants to tease and provoke and earn some of that frustration he likes so much. Tate wants him pretty bad right now, more than he has in a while, and Derek selfishly wants to stoke that fire a little. Make him want him even more.
He's never begged Tate, really. Never needed to. A part of him wonders how Tate will react, being on the other side of things. Derek slowly, slowly grinds his cock against Tate's hole without breaching him, gliding along the outer rim and up his taint, teasing and being the tiniest bit cruel by not just giving Tate what he wants. He leans forward, drops his weight against him, and he drops his lips to Tate's ear, whispering softly, making his voice as quietly desperate as he can while he just - pleads. ]
Please, Tate. Please. I need to fuck you, I - I fucking need it. I need you.
[ Nobody else, he whispers. Derek bucks his hips forward, grinding against Tate even harder, pretending to be impatient, pretending like Tate has power. Every word, every syllable, shakes with barely contained lust and a neediness so unlike him. He kisses the corner of Tate's jaw, right beneath his ear, and he grips his waist until he leaves marks with his fingers. ]
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[ He's always liked having that kind of power over people. Always liked being the reason why someone would writhe and cry out and come for him. If Tate hadn't brought up begging, Derek would have fucked into Tate the second Tate guided him to his hole, but now Derek wants to tease and provoke and earn some of that frustration he likes so much. Tate wants him pretty bad right now, more than he has in a while, and Derek selfishly wants to stoke that fire a little. Make him want him even more.
He's never begged Tate, really. Never needed to. A part of him wonders how Tate will react, being on the other side of things. Derek slowly, slowly grinds his cock against Tate's hole without breaching him, gliding along the outer rim and up his taint, teasing and being the tiniest bit cruel by not just giving Tate what he wants. He leans forward, drops his weight against him, and he drops his lips to Tate's ear, whispering softly, making his voice as quietly desperate as he can while he just - pleads. ]
Please, Tate. Please. I need to fuck you, I - I fucking need it. I need you.
[ Nobody else, he whispers. Derek bucks his hips forward, grinding against Tate even harder, pretending to be impatient, pretending like Tate has power. Every word, every syllable, shakes with barely contained lust and a neediness so unlike him. He kisses the corner of Tate's jaw, right beneath his ear, and he grips his waist until he leaves marks with his fingers. ]
Please? Please.