[ Tempting. Tate's always tempting - that's always been a problem. A few seconds pass as Derek's eyes fall half-lidded, the soft sensation of pressure around his fingertip running straight to his cock. Tate pulls away, but Derek keeps his hand where it is, still lingering close to Tate's mouth. ]
It's your birthday. I want to do things for you.
[ His hand drifts down, closing the distance as his fingers curl softly around Tate's throat. Derek smooths his thumb down the ridge of Tate's adam's apple, stroking a line against his windpipe. There's not a ton of conviction in his voice, all soft-spoken and deadpan, but he means what he says when he says it. ]
I can take what I want from you any time. Today should be - special.
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It's your birthday. I want to do things for you.
[ His hand drifts down, closing the distance as his fingers curl softly around Tate's throat. Derek smooths his thumb down the ridge of Tate's adam's apple, stroking a line against his windpipe. There's not a ton of conviction in his voice, all soft-spoken and deadpan, but he means what he says when he says it. ]
I can take what I want from you any time. Today should be - special.