[Tate stares at Derek like he's some patron saint, lips parting slightly when his thumb swipes over them. He's still got his hand around Derek's cock but doesn't get back down to sucking on it, blinking at Derek instead - throat sore, the urge to gag still tickling his throat, but the second Derek's thumb presses into his mouth he lurches forward to suck on it, hoping that's what he wanted. Sucks it hard, hollowing out his cheeks as his tongue swipes over it and he pulls back with a wet pop.
Derek's so close that for a moment Tate stupidly thinks he's going to kiss him, hand still curled stiffly around his cock but his head upturned to stare into Derek's eyes. He's wiping away the tears that have collected in his lashes and it's such a tender moment in the midst of all the rest that Tate's stomach flexes and his cock throbs in his jeans, making him shift anxiously. More so when he's instructed to lay down.
He's frozen for a second, like it hasn't quite sunk in, but then he blinks and falls into the mode of obedience that often gets him into trouble. The loyal mode of wanting to please someone he admires, someone he wants in his life for his own selfish reasons so badly that he'd do anything they said to. He shifts, rolling onto his back with an uncomfortable hiss as his shoulders lay against the wood and his hips lift. His hands drop to his jeans, fingers on the button.]
I just need to...
[Loosen them, though he'll stop if he's told to - otherwise he'll just unfasten the closure and let the zipper slide open to a soft gasp of relief. His cock's trapped down the leg of his pants, bulge easier to see now that he's tits up and vulnerable. He understands what it's like now, for dogs offering a show of submission. Derek could gut him right now.]
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Derek's so close that for a moment Tate stupidly thinks he's going to kiss him, hand still curled stiffly around his cock but his head upturned to stare into Derek's eyes. He's wiping away the tears that have collected in his lashes and it's such a tender moment in the midst of all the rest that Tate's stomach flexes and his cock throbs in his jeans, making him shift anxiously. More so when he's instructed to lay down.
He's frozen for a second, like it hasn't quite sunk in, but then he blinks and falls into the mode of obedience that often gets him into trouble. The loyal mode of wanting to please someone he admires, someone he wants in his life for his own selfish reasons so badly that he'd do anything they said to. He shifts, rolling onto his back with an uncomfortable hiss as his shoulders lay against the wood and his hips lift. His hands drop to his jeans, fingers on the button.]
I just need to...
[Loosen them, though he'll stop if he's told to - otherwise he'll just unfasten the closure and let the zipper slide open to a soft gasp of relief. His cock's trapped down the leg of his pants, bulge easier to see now that he's tits up and vulnerable. He understands what it's like now, for dogs offering a show of submission. Derek could gut him right now.]