[ Derek surveys Tate less like someone he's about to fuck into a writhing, screaming mess and more like an obligation he has to give a once-over to for the sake of some boring, clerical duty. It's all performative, obviously - the lazy sweep of his eyes, the way he stares at Tate like he's bored of seeing him for the millionth time, none of it's real. Just another subtle, silent show of dominance, a slow-paced ignition for the rest of their evening.
He doesn't give Tate any nods or words of approval, but clearly he's happy with how Tate's laying, because he unwraps the first length of rope from his hand and corners in on Tate's wrist. He secures Tate's first hand to the headboard and it's tight, but in a way that says a little too much about Derek's experience with this; Tate's first hand is completely locked in place with no chance of wriggling free, but the pinch of the rope against his skin is more pleasurable than uncomfortable or painful. When Derek makes the trip around the bed to the other side, he's slow and ambling, unravelling another stretch of rope for Tate's second hand.
He secures him in place again, then ties Tate's ankles to the end of the bed, too, just to really lock him in place. He's spread-eagle and helpless, and only when he's sure that Tate's completely stuck does Derek start pulling off his own shirt over his head. ]
... Really tempted to just leave you here and go watch TV.
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He doesn't give Tate any nods or words of approval, but clearly he's happy with how Tate's laying, because he unwraps the first length of rope from his hand and corners in on Tate's wrist. He secures Tate's first hand to the headboard and it's tight, but in a way that says a little too much about Derek's experience with this; Tate's first hand is completely locked in place with no chance of wriggling free, but the pinch of the rope against his skin is more pleasurable than uncomfortable or painful. When Derek makes the trip around the bed to the other side, he's slow and ambling, unravelling another stretch of rope for Tate's second hand.
He secures him in place again, then ties Tate's ankles to the end of the bed, too, just to really lock him in place. He's spread-eagle and helpless, and only when he's sure that Tate's completely stuck does Derek start pulling off his own shirt over his head. ]
... Really tempted to just leave you here and go watch TV.