[ This is what Derek was waiting for - Tate showing some sign of submission, some sign of being corralled into the place Derek wanted him to be. He doesn't give Tate any reason to believe that he's letting up on him; he just keeps fucking Tate with his tongue, hard, rhythmic flicks filling him as his hand kneads his ass, perfectly controlled and focused. He wants to overwhelm Tate with unsatisfying but consuming, eclipsing teasing, never giving Tate enough, but almost giving him too much, at the same time. He wants to make Tate suffer. ]
Thought you said I wanted a break.
[ He pulls back, resting his jaw, dragging his thumb down Tate's ass and pressing it lightly against his hole. He doesn't penetrate him completely, but he pretends like he will; he adds pressure, circles the edge, his other hand braced against Tate to keep him from pushing back and taking more than he's given. Derek's voice is soft, kept almost too low to be heard on purpose, like he wants Tate to have to strain to hear him. To earn the right to hear him. ]
no subject
Thought you said I wanted a break.
[ He pulls back, resting his jaw, dragging his thumb down Tate's ass and pressing it lightly against his hole. He doesn't penetrate him completely, but he pretends like he will; he adds pressure, circles the edge, his other hand braced against Tate to keep him from pushing back and taking more than he's given. Derek's voice is soft, kept almost too low to be heard on purpose, like he wants Tate to have to strain to hear him. To earn the right to hear him. ]
Acted like I needed one.