[ This is the second kiss they've shared, and it's the second that Tate's initiated. It's almost like Derek waits for permission whenever they do this; Tate breaks the seal, chaste and cautious, and Derek responds by leaning into him hard and fast and turning everything up to eleven. He exhales like he's relieved that Tate took the first step, catching his tongue against Tate's and whining a rough, throaty noise against his lips, and his hand glides down Tate's back, resting on his tailbone. ]
Fuck.
[ He's covering the inside of Tate's legs with precum, making him slick and warm and almost real. Derek keeps alternating between holding Tate still and letting him move, urging him to buck his hips against his own and help him, but through it all, he holds eye contact. He doesn't go in for a third kiss, but he leaves his lips apart so he can breathe Tate's breath, feel him, see the perfect brown of his eyes. It's - intense, like this. Real. ]
I... I wanna make you come again.
[ His hand moves lower, and lower still, until he's resting his middle finger against Tate's hole. He pitches his eyebrows up, like they're asking the question, asking for permission, rather than him. ]
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Fuck.
[ He's covering the inside of Tate's legs with precum, making him slick and warm and almost real. Derek keeps alternating between holding Tate still and letting him move, urging him to buck his hips against his own and help him, but through it all, he holds eye contact. He doesn't go in for a third kiss, but he leaves his lips apart so he can breathe Tate's breath, feel him, see the perfect brown of his eyes. It's - intense, like this. Real. ]
I... I wanna make you come again.
[ His hand moves lower, and lower still, until he's resting his middle finger against Tate's hole. He pitches his eyebrows up, like they're asking the question, asking for permission, rather than him. ]