[Derek finally fucks into him and like always, there's this - jolt that runs through Tate at being pried apart. They don't often work hard at foreplay and when they fuck it's usually a snap decision over anything he's got time or effort to put into prepping for. But it only hurts to start, then he gets acclimated and pulls through with gritted teeth. Derek's not even into him halfway, he can tell, but all the same it sends color across his face and makes him rock upward trying to feel more of him.
His heart is hammering in his chest and staring up at Derek like this, wide eyed and purposely vulnerable, there's a bolstered sense of connection. Tate chases that feeling by prying Derek down against him with his hands, hands that slide over his sides and ribs, that curl around his back and hold him to him by the nape of his neck. Tate encourages the rocking of their hips, wanting Derek to feed more of himself into him and continues every little attempt to start a rhythm. He's breathless himself by the end of only a handful of seconds.]
I want to do this all night... just - just us, just this. Okay?
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His heart is hammering in his chest and staring up at Derek like this, wide eyed and purposely vulnerable, there's a bolstered sense of connection. Tate chases that feeling by prying Derek down against him with his hands, hands that slide over his sides and ribs, that curl around his back and hold him to him by the nape of his neck. Tate encourages the rocking of their hips, wanting Derek to feed more of himself into him and continues every little attempt to start a rhythm. He's breathless himself by the end of only a handful of seconds.]
I want to do this all night... just - just us, just this. Okay?