[ Derek makes a noise, a quiet ah of appreciation, when Tate's teeth catch on his throat. He's never subtle when he likes something someone does to him, but this is a response. His toes curl and his cock flexes harder in Tate's hand, and he fucks into him in one hard, deep thrust, uncontrolled and clumsy enough to slip out of Tate's grip when he pulls back. Tate bites harder and Derek's entire body shivers, and he stretches his throat back, wanting this. Wanting to be marked. Claimed, the way he's spent so long trying to claim Tate.
Tate tells him he trusts him and Derek ruts into him again, a needy push of his dick that slips in the combined lubrication of their precum. He swallows, adam's apple bobbing against Tate's lips. The arm he has draped around Tate's waist pulls him into Derek, and they physically can't get any closer than this. Derek wants Tate to keep kissing him, keep biting him, to make the marks worse, more visible, so that he'll be able to see them in the morning light before they heal over. He doesn't know how to ask, he just - bares his throat and lowly growls from the back of it when it feels like Tate's going to stop.
Gradually, he pushes his middle finger against Tate's hole. He's tight and he doesn't yield easily, and Derek is overly, overly careful, making this as smooth and as easy as it can be. Derek swallows, holds his breath, and eases the very tip of his finger into Tate, exhaling as he sinks into the first knuckle. ]
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Tate tells him he trusts him and Derek ruts into him again, a needy push of his dick that slips in the combined lubrication of their precum. He swallows, adam's apple bobbing against Tate's lips. The arm he has draped around Tate's waist pulls him into Derek, and they physically can't get any closer than this. Derek wants Tate to keep kissing him, keep biting him, to make the marks worse, more visible, so that he'll be able to see them in the morning light before they heal over. He doesn't know how to ask, he just - bares his throat and lowly growls from the back of it when it feels like Tate's going to stop.
Gradually, he pushes his middle finger against Tate's hole. He's tight and he doesn't yield easily, and Derek is overly, overly careful, making this as smooth and as easy as it can be. Derek swallows, holds his breath, and eases the very tip of his finger into Tate, exhaling as he sinks into the first knuckle. ]
That's it. Good.