[ Pack privacy sounds - good. Something he needs. Tate might think he's going to extremes, but that romanticized idea of only needing each other, that's what he's always wanted in a pack, that's how he tried to fucking sell it to Tate in the first place. Derek's tense, muscles all taut and tightly knit together, but he's not pulling away from Tate as he advances on him. Just - watching, with dark eyes, unblinking and predatory. Vicious. Hiding the colour of blood behind the false, human screen of hazel. ]
Just us.
[ He's not used to... not taking the lead, but if this is what Tate needs, it's what Derek is obligated to give him. Tate touches his cock and Derek has to bite the inside of his cheek to stop from rolling his hips forward. He pops open his button and starts slowly pulling down his zipper, and Derek feels oddly ashamed of himself, when his dick reacts as strongly as it does. He sucks in air through his teeth and flexes his cock in his jeans, precum sticky and warm against his thigh. It-- kind of hurts, trapped the way it is, too tight in the confines of his clothes to reach full arousal, and he's a little ashamed of how impatient he is for Tate to free it into the night air, too.
He tugs off his jacket, slowly, like he's not sure if he's allowed to get undressed or if that's - wrong, somehow. His sleeves are all bunched up over his shoulders and he doesn't bother pulling them down. Leaning with his hands back against the wood, Derek's breaths are already coming more staggered, more shallow. Already, he feels like he's burning up. ]
Just - don't... don't feel like you have to do this.
no subject
Just us.
[ He's not used to... not taking the lead, but if this is what Tate needs, it's what Derek is obligated to give him. Tate touches his cock and Derek has to bite the inside of his cheek to stop from rolling his hips forward. He pops open his button and starts slowly pulling down his zipper, and Derek feels oddly ashamed of himself, when his dick reacts as strongly as it does. He sucks in air through his teeth and flexes his cock in his jeans, precum sticky and warm against his thigh. It-- kind of hurts, trapped the way it is, too tight in the confines of his clothes to reach full arousal, and he's a little ashamed of how impatient he is for Tate to free it into the night air, too.
He tugs off his jacket, slowly, like he's not sure if he's allowed to get undressed or if that's - wrong, somehow. His sleeves are all bunched up over his shoulders and he doesn't bother pulling them down. Leaning with his hands back against the wood, Derek's breaths are already coming more staggered, more shallow. Already, he feels like he's burning up. ]
Just - don't... don't feel like you have to do this.
[ Maybe a little too late to make that protest. ]