[Some other time, Tate might've been able to lull himself through this. Maybe if they were curled up on an actual fucking bed, it'd be easier not to feel every movement for the disturbance it is. Tate keeps his eyes closed but he's too awake now, fighting the sluggishness that sits in his veins to keep his dark eyes open and staring off into the night as he feels Derek move and shift behind him. He's kissing his skin and leaving goosebumps in the wake of his lips and Tate feels the subtle pressure against his legs, which results in a tensing all his own when he recognizes Derek's cock rutting against him.
One little sigh, almost exasperated, before Tate's resigned to being awake. It's not that he's annoyed or anything - he's just tired. But that ebbs out of him when he grazes his hand down, feeling between his legs to touch the head of Derek's cock when it peeks through between the meat of his thighs. He flexes them tighter together, groaning just a little when he pushes his hips back to meet Derek.
He's done this with Peter - the other way around, though. He knows what it's like to fuck a tense, tight pair of thighs and how it can almost feel like the real thing. How in many ways its even better, because for how hard he choked on Derek's cock when it was in his mouth - Tate's not sure he'd fair all that much better with it in his ass, with little prep and the fucking woods all around them. This is much better, although he starts kicking his legs a bit to try and worm himself out of his sweats all together.]
You can go harder. Fuck me harder.
[Still an element of sleepiness to how he says that, but his attention's there - he looks back over his shoulder at Derek, dark eyes glinting with a sheen of moonlight. He laughs, light and airy, burying his face down against his bent arm before snorting soon after that.]
You're pretty horny for a guy who said he'd never fuck me.
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One little sigh, almost exasperated, before Tate's resigned to being awake. It's not that he's annoyed or anything - he's just tired. But that ebbs out of him when he grazes his hand down, feeling between his legs to touch the head of Derek's cock when it peeks through between the meat of his thighs. He flexes them tighter together, groaning just a little when he pushes his hips back to meet Derek.
He's done this with Peter - the other way around, though. He knows what it's like to fuck a tense, tight pair of thighs and how it can almost feel like the real thing. How in many ways its even better, because for how hard he choked on Derek's cock when it was in his mouth - Tate's not sure he'd fair all that much better with it in his ass, with little prep and the fucking woods all around them. This is much better, although he starts kicking his legs a bit to try and worm himself out of his sweats all together.]
You can go harder. Fuck me harder.
[Still an element of sleepiness to how he says that, but his attention's there - he looks back over his shoulder at Derek, dark eyes glinting with a sheen of moonlight. He laughs, light and airy, burying his face down against his bent arm before snorting soon after that.]
You're pretty horny for a guy who said he'd never fuck me.