calloused: ᴇᴀꜱʏꜱᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ (180.)
ᴅᴇʀᴇᴋ ʜᴀʟᴇ ♔ ([personal profile] calloused) wrote 2019-05-10 12:26 am (UTC)

I don't want there to be space between us anymore.

[ Not just now, tonight, but - in general? Derek's talked such a big fucking game about being pack, and Tate's only ever fed into that feeling and made him want it more, and here, finally, Derek's beginning to feel like they're there. It doesn't make sense anymore. Tate's willing to be bitten, Tate's willing to sign a contract, Tate's willing to let Derek take care of him whenever he needs it. Space is just - inhibiting what they should have had together weeks ago. That's what Derek's feeling.

Tate makes a joke about his ass and Derek responds by moving his hips, angling his cock to rest heavy and mostly soft between his thighs. He slips his hand down Tate's stomach, up to his chest, and then back down to his hip. Derek leaves a kiss on the back of Tate's neck, his beard scratching over his skin, and he sets dull, flat teeth against his shoulder, lightly biting down. Not enough to hurt. Just enough to keep his attention. He's touching and feeling Tate like he's his, because - now, more than ever - he is. ]


I want... this.

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