[ Derek isn't going to last. It's a miracle, actually, that he's lasted as long as he has already. Derek sinks his fingers further into Tate, seeking out his prostate, curling his knuckles back when he finds it. He doesn't just graze against it, soft and tantalizing and teasing like he's trying to enhance things - he presses, trying to overload Tate with sensitivity, trying to make him see stars.
But - Derek still comes first. It doesn't happen suddenly. He's grinding against Tate so slowly and so easily that his climax builds in him agonizingly, agonizingly gradually, almost painful in how much time it takes to reach its peak. He's sweating and he's rigid and his mouth is dropped open in a silent moan, looking at Tate with half-lidded, unfocused eyes, clouded over by lust. He's barely fucking into Tate at all, when he gets there - just lightly frotting the head of his cock over Tate's, getting himself off through nerves over friction.
He comes almost as hard as he did the first time. Maybe harder, it's difficult to say. His hips bunch forward and he shoots between them, covering himself and Tate with the heavy shots of his load, his voice cracking and exhausted when he exhales out a fractured grunt of release. Derek's fingers shake a little and press more urgently into Tate, willing him along, trying to get him off at the same time. Trying to experience this together. ]
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But - Derek still comes first. It doesn't happen suddenly. He's grinding against Tate so slowly and so easily that his climax builds in him agonizingly, agonizingly gradually, almost painful in how much time it takes to reach its peak. He's sweating and he's rigid and his mouth is dropped open in a silent moan, looking at Tate with half-lidded, unfocused eyes, clouded over by lust. He's barely fucking into Tate at all, when he gets there - just lightly frotting the head of his cock over Tate's, getting himself off through nerves over friction.
He comes almost as hard as he did the first time. Maybe harder, it's difficult to say. His hips bunch forward and he shoots between them, covering himself and Tate with the heavy shots of his load, his voice cracking and exhausted when he exhales out a fractured grunt of release. Derek's fingers shake a little and press more urgently into Tate, willing him along, trying to get him off at the same time. Trying to experience this together. ]
Tate-- Tate--