[Derek turns things on their head when he starts mewling soft words like that into the shell of his ear, and Tate reacts vividly with a sharp inhale and a hard writhe beneath his body. It doesn't help that Derek's cock is rutting against him - just ever so shy of entering him the way he wants. The way he's this close to begging for, just like Derek wants. 'You look good like that,' he says. Tate laughs lightly, breathy against Derek's neck as he kisses it and rolls his hips upward.]
I want you to - I want you to fuck me, just like you need to. As hard as you need to.
[He's breathing shallow between every few words, hand combing through Derek's hair as their bodies slink against one another. He feels a sheen of sweat already rising over his face, in the crook of his arm. His heel slips against the sofa cushion and he hikes one leg up and around Derek's back, using it to pull him in against him.]
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I want you to - I want you to fuck me, just like you need to. As hard as you need to.
[He's breathing shallow between every few words, hand combing through Derek's hair as their bodies slink against one another. He feels a sheen of sweat already rising over his face, in the crook of his arm. His heel slips against the sofa cushion and he hikes one leg up and around Derek's back, using it to pull him in against him.]
Please. Just like you want to.