[ Derek is unresponsive, though there's a heavier weight behind his gaze as he watches Tate part his lips for him. He watches in silence, silently dragging the tip of his finger towards Tate's open mouth, pressing a fingertip against his tongue in a silent command to suck a little harder. ]
I don't think you are.
[ But - that's fine, really. They're talking about nothing, doing nothing, being nothing. This is the kind of warm, easy peace he would have loved, when he was turning nineteen - physical intimacy, the comforting presence of someone he trusts. Derek lingers in the quiet for a second longer before speaking up again. ]
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I don't think you are.
[ But - that's fine, really. They're talking about nothing, doing nothing, being nothing. This is the kind of warm, easy peace he would have loved, when he was turning nineteen - physical intimacy, the comforting presence of someone he trusts. Derek lingers in the quiet for a second longer before speaking up again. ]
I miss being your Dom.