[ Derek's-- already committed to this. Already let Tate to slip through some of the cracks in his boundaries he's never been good at maintaining. There's a second of hesitation, but - only a second. He's already crossed this line once before, so... ]
Dangerous. I might not ever untie you.
[ He squeezes Tate's throat, just tight enough to be uncomfortable, feeling Tate swallow against his palm. He drops his hand further down until he's hooking his fingers in Tate's collar, and he's tugging on his shirt unnecessarily hard as he pulls him towards his bedroom. The door opens, and then Derek's pushing Tate by the small of his back towards the bed. ]
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Dangerous. I might not ever untie you.
[ He squeezes Tate's throat, just tight enough to be uncomfortable, feeling Tate swallow against his palm. He drops his hand further down until he's hooking his fingers in Tate's collar, and he's tugging on his shirt unnecessarily hard as he pulls him towards his bedroom. The door opens, and then Derek's pushing Tate by the small of his back towards the bed. ]
Lay down.