[Derek's telling him he'll commit if he does and Tate, whose jaw is aching around Derek's cock, would have something just slightly scathing to say about how one of them is already committed here but doesn't have the means to say it. He just focuses on breathing in through his nose, feeling inch after inch of Derek's cock rock back and forth against his tongue as he tries and tries again to move forward on it.
Tate's stomach tenses when Derek's fingers slip against his scalp, a feeling that's bitter sweet with how good it feels triggering Tate's comforted response before the cinching of Derek's grip reminds Tate why he's doing it. Tate doesn't struggle against the way Derek's guiding him down, not yet, instead he's trying to keep his jaw slack and letting Derek feed more of his length in past his lips with a soft grunt when it starts getting uncomfortable.
God, it isn't even that much before he's made it and yet he keeps stopping just shy of pushing himself to get flush with Derek. He starts to feel the twinge at the back of his throat and pulls back, nails digging half moons into Derek's hip as he clutches to it when he can't move back the way he wants. It sparks a few tears in the inner corners of his eyes but he pushes through, pushes back down despite the twitch in his throat.
Just a little farther. Little more. Then it's - it's done once he does it. He digs his nails into Derek's hip deeper, sliding his hand under his thigh to splay his fingers along it and nudge him into thrusting upward harder, working with Tate to take away the element of apprehension by giving him no choice but to go that extra few inches.]
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Tate's stomach tenses when Derek's fingers slip against his scalp, a feeling that's bitter sweet with how good it feels triggering Tate's comforted response before the cinching of Derek's grip reminds Tate why he's doing it. Tate doesn't struggle against the way Derek's guiding him down, not yet, instead he's trying to keep his jaw slack and letting Derek feed more of his length in past his lips with a soft grunt when it starts getting uncomfortable.
God, it isn't even that much before he's made it and yet he keeps stopping just shy of pushing himself to get flush with Derek. He starts to feel the twinge at the back of his throat and pulls back, nails digging half moons into Derek's hip as he clutches to it when he can't move back the way he wants. It sparks a few tears in the inner corners of his eyes but he pushes through, pushes back down despite the twitch in his throat.
Just a little farther. Little more. Then it's - it's done once he does it. He digs his nails into Derek's hip deeper, sliding his hand under his thigh to splay his fingers along it and nudge him into thrusting upward harder, working with Tate to take away the element of apprehension by giving him no choice but to go that extra few inches.]