[If he's already left a deep mark on Derek's neck already, he leaves a deeper one still when he feels his fingers press into him. Tate nearly breaks the skin for how hard he bites, relenting only to loll back his head with a cry as Derek's fingers stretch him open, sliding deep enough into him that his leg kicks all on its own. He wants nothing more than to feel more, to make the motion constant and all consuming, because he's on the fast track to being overwhelmed and losing it.
Each slide of their bodies together provides the friction that leaks pre from his cock, making him ache to keep on rutting until he can come. But Derek's fingers keep him from pushing things, they keep him dazed almost with how much he enjoys it. He's tight, clenching tighter still around two fingers - partially in surprise and then just partially due to the fact he's still not used to this. His body never seems to adapt, to stretch and stay that way. He always reverts.]
Ff... Fuck.
[He breathes out hard through his nose, clutching to Derek and starting to plead under his breath each time they move. Pleading for more, trying to push against Derek's fingers while also staying in line for the way he's being rutted against in those desperately slow grinds. His cock twitches, aching to come and he knows with a soft whimper it's not going to take more than a few more rolls of Derek's hips or a stroke of his fingertips to make him seize. He just fights it off as best he can, features screwed together and his teeth showing in a pleasured grimace.]
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Each slide of their bodies together provides the friction that leaks pre from his cock, making him ache to keep on rutting until he can come. But Derek's fingers keep him from pushing things, they keep him dazed almost with how much he enjoys it. He's tight, clenching tighter still around two fingers - partially in surprise and then just partially due to the fact he's still not used to this. His body never seems to adapt, to stretch and stay that way. He always reverts.]
Ff... Fuck.
[He breathes out hard through his nose, clutching to Derek and starting to plead under his breath each time they move. Pleading for more, trying to push against Derek's fingers while also staying in line for the way he's being rutted against in those desperately slow grinds. His cock twitches, aching to come and he knows with a soft whimper it's not going to take more than a few more rolls of Derek's hips or a stroke of his fingertips to make him seize. He just fights it off as best he can, features screwed together and his teeth showing in a pleasured grimace.]