Because you've never shown an interest? Because we've never sexted before? Because this whole hookup thing is supposed to be based on helping you with your quota and bonding as pack, and sending you unsolicited dick pics feels kind of selfish and creepy with that in mind? Take your pick, really.
The results are in. I've been found guilty of being way, way too sexy. They've put my dick in handcuffs and they're taking him away. He's getting the chair.
The uppercrusts of Duplicity's most prestigious auto dealership are probably too busy snorting cocaine to notice one part-timer falling behind on his work. Tell me about it.
well it's always kind of lonely up in the tree house when ur at work been here all day. more fun now that there's a roof, y'know? less sun in my eyes when i'm jerking off to the scent of you on the sheets.
[ derek's genuinely getting a little more into this - the collarbone where he's going to bite tate, the talk of his scent, the idea of someone jerking off over him, they're all critical hits on derek - but it is difficult not to make a joke about cobain screaming and jumping on tate the way she did to derek. he drags his tongue over his lip and takes a second to respond. ]
well, at first it was kind of frustrating. i was thinking about how much i wanted to get fucked by you but it's always kind of hard working up to it, since i'm always a little too tight even though i do like the thought of you stretching me out. sometimes i'd rather just you fill me, you know?
so i was getting loose for you, starting with my fingers. pretending they were yours.
[ another pause. derek's - gonna have to move. he makes his way to the back of the garage, winding through shelves, dodging coworkers. he hides out in the far corner, in one of the security camera's blindspots. jesus. ]
I think about that a lot, too. Filling you. Pushing you to your limits. Making you come for me. Fucking you so hard you can't even tell how loud you're screaming.
[Tate's getting a positive response - so he scratches the itch he knows gets Derek's leg kicking.]
mm. so, i started up in the loft. stretched out on the bed naked, got my fingers slick. fingered myself for almost an hour, edging myself off cumming each time. it got easier with time, I could add more fingers. still wasn't as thick as you'd be. i wanted to use something else but i couldn't find anything.
[ they're just playing a game, really. tate only messaged him to find out how to do this in the first place, and in the back of his mind, derek isn't even entirely sure all of this is for his sake and not just... practice, for someone else. he doesn't believe that tate did that, not really. derek isn't even entirely sure that tate's hard right now and not just, like - going through the motions, saying things he think might work.
but they do work, and derek briefly forgets that this might not be real. he wants more. ]
You're killing me here. I'm gonna end up jerking off at work. You're gonna get me fired.
Maybe I shouldn't be wasting my time hiding in the corner, then. Should be putting on a show.
[ a pause. this isn't real. he can give tate what he wants, through text, without... worrying the way he does. worrying about hurting him, worrying about going too far, worrying that tate wants more than he can handle. he can engage in some of the things derek doesn't know if he could really do, in reality. not outside of the full moon. derek types a little faster. ]
Tate - I'd pin you to the bed. Hold you down. Fuck you until your bones ache. Slap your ass until it's red. Pull your hair until your eyes water.
I'd put my hands around your throat. The way you always wanted me to. I'd squeeze. Feel your windpipe beneath my thumbs, brittle and fragile. I'd flood you with my cum while your throat rasped for the little gasps of breath I'd let you have. You'd feel full. Every part of you. Overwhelmed. Hurt. Happy.
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why havent u sent me any nudes b4
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Because we've never sexted before?
Because this whole hookup thing is supposed to be based on helping you with your quota and bonding as pack, and sending you unsolicited dick pics feels kind of selfish and creepy with that in mind?
Take your pick, really.
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- let's sext
like if i flash you a hint of skin are you gonna bone up or what
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Kind of an unfair starting point.
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hold on. go back 2 whatever u were doing
gimme a few minutes.
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hey derek.
what are u doing
(this is a segue into part 2, humor me)
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What about you?
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Clean slate.
Ask me again.
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They've put my dick in handcuffs and they're taking him away.
He's getting the chair.
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Okay. Sorry.
You asked me how I'm doing.
I'm okay.
Alone. At work.
Been thinking of you all day.
What about you?
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couple minutes ago.
I'd tell u about it but I wouldn't wanna distract u from ur work...
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Tell me about it.
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been here all day. more fun now that there's a roof, y'know?
less sun in my eyes when i'm jerking off to the scent of you on the sheets.
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What did you think about, exactly?
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but it's always kind of hard working up to it, since i'm always a little too tight
even though i do like the thought of you stretching me out. sometimes i'd rather just you fill me, you know?
so i was getting loose for you, starting with my fingers.
pretending they were yours.
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I think about that a lot, too. Filling you.
Pushing you to your limits. Making you come for me.
Fucking you so hard you can't even tell how loud you're screaming.
Keep talking.
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mm. so, i started up in the loft. stretched out on the bed naked, got my fingers slick.
fingered myself for almost an hour, edging myself off cumming each time.
it got easier with time, I could add more fingers. still wasn't as thick as you'd be.
i wanted to use something else but i couldn't find anything.
i'm doing it again rn. you made me horny.
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[ they're just playing a game, really. tate only messaged him to find out how to do this in the first place, and in the back of his mind, derek isn't even entirely sure all of this is for his sake and not just... practice, for someone else. he doesn't believe that tate did that, not really. derek isn't even entirely sure that tate's hard right now and not just, like - going through the motions, saying things he think might work.
but they do work, and derek briefly forgets that this might not be real. he wants more. ]
You're killing me here.
I'm gonna end up jerking off at work.
You're gonna get me fired.
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if you were here rn, would u fill me?
like. really fill me. all the way.
and keep me filled like last time.
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[ a pause. this isn't real. he can give tate what he wants, through text, without... worrying the way he does. worrying about hurting him, worrying about going too far, worrying that tate wants more than he can handle. he can engage in some of the things derek doesn't know if he could really do, in reality. not outside of the full moon. derek types a little faster. ]
Tate -
I'd pin you to the bed. Hold you down. Fuck you until your bones ache.
Slap your ass until it's red. Pull your hair until your eyes water.
I'd put my hands around your throat. The way you always wanted me to.
I'd squeeze. Feel your windpipe beneath my thumbs, brittle and fragile. I'd flood you with my cum while your throat rasped for the little gasps of breath I'd let you have.
You'd feel full. Every part of you.
Overwhelmed.
Hurt. Happy.
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