[Tate slips closer, fingers grazing at Derek's skin and wrapping around him rather than cradle their cocks together any longer because the friction of their bodies pressed tight takes over far better than his hand ever could. He grinds against him, breathing sharp and then shallow against his neck - feeling the rumble of a growl in Derek's throat and moaning from that alone. Shouldn't feel this good to feel like he's fucking an animal, and yet here he is. Craving it.
He can feel Derek's finger begin to apply pressure and he tries - he really does - to relax for him. It's still something new to adjust to, especially like this, and he bites down on Derek's neck as if to show he's alright with it as he squirms and then holds steady. He feels it slowly sink in to him with a wet groan against Derek's neck, teeth sitting in the ridges they've left on his skin as he clamps down around Derek's finger and almost whimpers. Fuck, fuck, fuck.]
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He can feel Derek's finger begin to apply pressure and he tries - he really does - to relax for him. It's still something new to adjust to, especially like this, and he bites down on Derek's neck as if to show he's alright with it as he squirms and then holds steady. He feels it slowly sink in to him with a wet groan against Derek's neck, teeth sitting in the ridges they've left on his skin as he clamps down around Derek's finger and almost whimpers. Fuck, fuck, fuck.]