[Doesn't matter how many times they've fucked, how many times they've touched - how many dirty, filthy thoughts Tate's had about Derek just to blow a load in the shower - every time they're together, it feels vibrant. Nothing ever wears away and Tate thinks that's in part to how he feels connected, how Derek's always putting an underlying tone of care in their relationship to make him feel secure. Tate always craved stability just like he craved unconditional love.
He watches Derek tie his first wrist without much of a response, still caught in a half-smile of cocky attitude. But when he feels how tight it cinches and how little give he has, his smile fades. Not away entirely, not to be replaced with distress, but much rather he feels ever so much more turned on by it. Captivated by the helplessness that's then instilled in him by the other three of his limbs being bound down. He squirms just to test how it feels and it's pretty impossible to do anything but stay where he is. His eyes convey a beat of allured alarm at that, flicking up to Derek with the façade of bratitude lowering down. Only to surge again with a breathy laugh.]
It is the start of the weekend. You could have me here as long as you want me.
[He feeds into the fantasy, breathing deep with a hitch in his chest. His fingers curl and uncurl and he seems restless, uncomfortable but deeply entrenched in what they're doing and the fantasy of being put to use by Derek. Being used by Derek.]
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He watches Derek tie his first wrist without much of a response, still caught in a half-smile of cocky attitude. But when he feels how tight it cinches and how little give he has, his smile fades. Not away entirely, not to be replaced with distress, but much rather he feels ever so much more turned on by it. Captivated by the helplessness that's then instilled in him by the other three of his limbs being bound down. He squirms just to test how it feels and it's pretty impossible to do anything but stay where he is. His eyes convey a beat of allured alarm at that, flicking up to Derek with the façade of bratitude lowering down. Only to surge again with a breathy laugh.]
It is the start of the weekend. You could have me here as long as you want me.
[He feeds into the fantasy, breathing deep with a hitch in his chest. His fingers curl and uncurl and he seems restless, uncomfortable but deeply entrenched in what they're doing and the fantasy of being put to use by Derek. Being used by Derek.]