[Tate makes that less than dignified sound while pressing back against Derek with an itching need, feeling the thick breadth of his tongue lapping against him in warm, teasing strokes. It's always like this - Tate snipping a few comments and barking too much, quick to turn tail when Derek steps forward to assert himself; he's dominant again, keeping Tate precisely where he wants him and Tate should feel more annoyed at how easily he falls into the submissive role around him. It does piss him off, just a little, just because there's the faintest bruising of his ego in moments exactly like this where he has to devolve into begging to be given more than a thumb tip.
Teasing's more fun when you keep control of it. Tate's lost that control and he really needs to work at that for next time. It won't leave him a squirming, writhing mess. He's got his cheek down against the mattress, one eye looking back at Derek over his shoulder at an awfully uncomfortable angle. He's pushing back despite Derek's iron grasp, bruises bound to dig into his thigh and hip - any stretch of skin that Derek's got a hold of to keep him where he is.]
You're not proving me wrong, not using your dick like this.
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[Tate makes that less than dignified sound while pressing back against Derek with an itching need, feeling the thick breadth of his tongue lapping against him in warm, teasing strokes. It's always like this - Tate snipping a few comments and barking too much, quick to turn tail when Derek steps forward to assert himself; he's dominant again, keeping Tate precisely where he wants him and Tate should feel more annoyed at how easily he falls into the submissive role around him. It does piss him off, just a little, just because there's the faintest bruising of his ego in moments exactly like this where he has to devolve into begging to be given more than a thumb tip.
Teasing's more fun when you keep control of it. Tate's lost that control and he really needs to work at that for next time. It won't leave him a squirming, writhing mess. He's got his cheek down against the mattress, one eye looking back at Derek over his shoulder at an awfully uncomfortable angle. He's pushing back despite Derek's iron grasp, bruises bound to dig into his thigh and hip - any stretch of skin that Derek's got a hold of to keep him where he is.]
You're not proving me wrong, not using your dick like this.