[ Alpha. His Alpha. Derek looks at Tate long and hard, sitting up straight, posture rigid. His jacket feels a little too hot, and he only feels warmer the more Tate talks. Until you're my dom. He feels dizzy.
He doesn't nod. Doesn't give the go ahead. Not yet. He just - clenches his teeth, feels his heart beat. Still feels like he's recovering from whatever voltage Kate shot through him when she found him. Tate's fingers move closer. Inch by inch. ]
Now?
[ Because... he's not unwilling. He'll never be unwilling, if Tate wants him, not after this. If Tate wants him, then it means he won't want Kavinsky, and if he won't want Kavinsky, it means he won't get hurt. This is just another fucked up rule of the city he has to factor in, another fucking secret he has to bury - self-locking rooms, aphrodisiacs, and now this. Being an Alpha, providing something for his Beta.
Derek looks down, watches Tate's hand climb a little higher. The last, last few granules of his resistance slip from place, and the bulge of his cock thickens behind his jeans, fat and huge and heavy. He swallows, looking at Tate, feeling his mouth dry again. It's not going to help, but he throws back whatever beer is closest, slamming it down once it's been drained empty. His eyes sting a little, but - he feels okay.
Feels like he's doing what he's supposed to. Helping Tate. Ever so fucking gently, he spreads his legs, silently inviting Tate to do whatever it is he wants. ]
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He doesn't nod. Doesn't give the go ahead. Not yet. He just - clenches his teeth, feels his heart beat. Still feels like he's recovering from whatever voltage Kate shot through him when she found him. Tate's fingers move closer. Inch by inch. ]
Now?
[ Because... he's not unwilling. He'll never be unwilling, if Tate wants him, not after this. If Tate wants him, then it means he won't want Kavinsky, and if he won't want Kavinsky, it means he won't get hurt. This is just another fucked up rule of the city he has to factor in, another fucking secret he has to bury - self-locking rooms, aphrodisiacs, and now this. Being an Alpha, providing something for his Beta.
Derek looks down, watches Tate's hand climb a little higher. The last, last few granules of his resistance slip from place, and the bulge of his cock thickens behind his jeans, fat and huge and heavy. He swallows, looking at Tate, feeling his mouth dry again. It's not going to help, but he throws back whatever beer is closest, slamming it down once it's been drained empty. His eyes sting a little, but - he feels okay.
Feels like he's doing what he's supposed to. Helping Tate. Ever so fucking gently, he spreads his legs, silently inviting Tate to do whatever it is he wants. ]
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