[ Again, it's easy for Derek to feel ashamed of himself around Tate. The exasperated sigh hits him a little hard, and for a second, Derek stops moving, afraid of having gone too far, but - but he can't have. Tate palms the head of his cock and makes Derek hiss in air through his teeth, bucking his hips forward without meaning to and keening his forehead against Tate's back, burying his nose against him. He swears again, under his breath, feeling his legs tense, and Tate gives him more, making himself tighter, moving, fucking groaning. The words fuck me harder go straight to his cock and Derek bares his teeth out of sight, feeling precum leak between them and stain the inside of Tate's sleeping bag.
He looks up, when Tate looks back at him, only his eyes and the top of his nose visible from behind the curve of Tate's shoulder. He's making fun of Derek, and Derek... can't deny him, with the way his dick's almost red with need, the way his body feels hotter than it's ever felt. He audibly swallows and takes the joke kind of seriously, looking away from Tate, gently scraping his teeth over his skin to make him shiver before answering. ]
I... was trying to be good.
[ Trying to be good for Tate. Give him what he needs, rather than what he wants. Trying to be better than Kate was to him. Tate's convinced him that this is better, and that this is what he needs, and if that ever changes - they'll have to stop doing this.
He doesn't fuck Tate any harder, though, not yet. He buries his cock between Tate's thighs roughly half way deep, then moves his own hand to rest just an inch above Tate's dick. He's not sure if he wants to come again - he's not even sure how to ask - but he's giving Tate the suggestion of an offer to help, if he wants to take it. Quietly, he speaks up again. ]
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He looks up, when Tate looks back at him, only his eyes and the top of his nose visible from behind the curve of Tate's shoulder. He's making fun of Derek, and Derek... can't deny him, with the way his dick's almost red with need, the way his body feels hotter than it's ever felt. He audibly swallows and takes the joke kind of seriously, looking away from Tate, gently scraping his teeth over his skin to make him shiver before answering. ]
I... was trying to be good.
[ Trying to be good for Tate. Give him what he needs, rather than what he wants. Trying to be better than Kate was to him. Tate's convinced him that this is better, and that this is what he needs, and if that ever changes - they'll have to stop doing this.
He doesn't fuck Tate any harder, though, not yet. He buries his cock between Tate's thighs roughly half way deep, then moves his own hand to rest just an inch above Tate's dick. He's not sure if he wants to come again - he's not even sure how to ask - but he's giving Tate the suggestion of an offer to help, if he wants to take it. Quietly, he speaks up again. ]
Turn around. I want to see you.