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ᴅᴇʀᴇᴋ ʜᴀʟᴇ ♔ ([personal profile] calloused) wrote2019-01-19 03:09 pm
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Derek Hale. Leave a message.

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confiscated: (⇀ conquered feelings)

[personal profile] confiscated 2019-06-11 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
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.
confiscated: (⇀ read through the words)

[personal profile] confiscated 2019-06-11 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
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.
confiscated: (⇀ flippant pages)

[personal profile] confiscated 2019-06-11 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
[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.

i'm doing it again rn. you made me horny.

[mov_1133.mov]
confiscated: (⇀ for this is how we live)

[personal profile] confiscated 2019-06-11 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
ur a dominant, just say you needed to put your sub in line. they'd probably give u a raise for it.

if you were here rn, would u fill me?
like. really fill me. all the way.
and keep me filled like last time.
confiscated: (⇀ to defy the odds)

[personal profile] confiscated 2019-06-11 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
[He went into this to learn a little, toy with Derek and maybe feel the satisfaction of knowing he has influence. Only it turns out Derek has influence too, and it's really swooping over Tate with a hot coiling heat. He lolls his head back for a moment, as if he can feel those phantom hands on him and his toes curl against the bedsheets. Fuck. Okay, okay. Okay.]

I want that
I wanna feel every inch of you tight inside me, swelling. stretching. hurting
I can deal with that. you can stay in me as long as you want, when you knot
you liked doing that. you should be able to do it as often as you want. to me.
what good's a beta for if not letting you feel like the alpha u really are?

from the second you walk thru the door 'til whenever you decide to leave
I'm yours, ok? to do whatever you want with. to do everything to.

I wanna cum for u right now
confiscated: (⇀ yet you wanted nothing)

[personal profile] confiscated 2019-06-11 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
[Tate's hand is also around his cock, jerking himself off slowly after really stretching out on the bed. His clothes are less than neat with how they're scattered at the bedside, Cobain having taken one of his socks with her when she hopped down off the landing to guard the main door. He wets his hand again with lube, keeps stroking his cock with one palm while he slips his fingers back up between his cheeks.

It takes a moment of just - remembering he can't zone out to the sound of Derek's breathing in the video, before his response sends:]


then we never stop. you keep making me cum and i keep getting full of ur cum
works for me.

fuck i want you right now. on me. over me. fucking me.


[A delay...]

can i cum?
Edited 2019-06-11 03:24 (UTC)
confiscated: (⇀ keen shots)

[personal profile] confiscated 2019-06-11 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
will u still visit me either way?

[Tate doesn't want to edge himself, it's - infuriating when all he wants now is to shoot his load or take Derek's. Derek who's not even here right now, but whose fingers he can pretend are fucking him when he angles his own just right. But he has to slow down, and he's breathing hard when he just - stops. To keep himself from losing it.

'VOICE MEMO - 15s' is sent to Derek, and if he clicks ▶ PLAY the following soundclip is heard, starting with labored breathing and the sound of shuffling sheets:]


Derek... Please? I wanna cum. Let me - Let me, and you can do whatever you want later. Please. I promise.
confiscated: (⇀ fight for you)

[personal profile] confiscated 2019-06-11 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
[Tate picks up without saying hello - he just hits accept to the call and breathes, a soft noise catching in his throat as he returns his hand down to the base of his cock. His other hand keeps toying its fingers against his hole, finger fucking himself in small pauses to keep himself from getting too into it to stop. He hears Derek's voice and blinks open his eyes, staring off across the room and pressing the shell of his ear down next to his phone, head lolling to the side.

He wants Derek to be here, but this - this has to do. He jerks himself off, hoping the shit quality of the call might pick up the hitching of his breath, the sheets sliding under his heels as he parts his legs wider and the sound of him jerking it in steady slow pumps.]


Y-Yeah. Please. Please.

[He doesn't want to wait, doesn't want to have a second more burdened with desire. Knowing that Derek's hot for him too? He wants to hear him panting, be able to close his eyes and think for a moment that he's there. Leaning over him, ready to lock his jaws against his throat again and bite until it hurts. Bite until he comes. His voice is thick and he's unsteady, waiting for another sign before he'll jerk off harder and with dedicated intent.]
Edited 2019-06-11 04:08 (UTC)
confiscated: (⇀ the ones beyond)

[personal profile] confiscated 2019-06-11 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
[Tate doesn't remember the moments leading up to the count down, or during it - not past the extent that his stomach clenched with anticipation and his hand kept moving. The closer to zero they got, the faster his palm moved and the tighter he curled his hand so that he could fuck up into it with solid lifts of his hips. He went all out, in those last few seconds, murmuring Derek's name in breathy little grunts and gasps. Kept picturing him, what he'd imagine he looked like, maybe seated against a hoisted up car or sitting on a bench at the back of the garage.

When he comes, he arches his whole back with it and takes a long few seconds to really milk out the fullest extent of his load. It hits his thigh and hip, a little bit of his chest and it's all over the back of his hand. Even after he's slowed, leaving himself to lay there panting, he makes a further mess by dropping his hand down over his abdomen and smearing the white across his pale, heaving chest. He was a lot louder when he came, voice crying out in the tree house where nobody else was around to hear. Cobain might be scandalized, if she's even still around.

Derek sends him photos and Tate - Tate doesn't get to looking at them until Derek speaks, stirring his eyes open again. He lifts his phone to look at the alert, breathing hard still before he laughs - just as breathless. It's always after he comes that Tate kind of realizes how... extra things got leading up to it. But he doesn't feel ashamed or embarrassed, not really. He saves the photos, all of them.

Then he wipes the last bit of cum from his hand off on his face, a smear wiped off by his nose to look - lewd, on purpose - for the photo he sends back to Derek. Cum on his face, his chest - he sends two photos of that before one of his spent cock, laying against his equally messy thigh.]


Shit. Ah... When are you coming back?
confiscated: (⇀ grapple with faith)

[personal profile] confiscated 2019-06-11 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
[Tate's just - yeah, he's going to lay here. He stretches his legs out, arches his back and just lets his limbs stretch before curling back in on himself. Another set of sheets that'll need to be washed, especially now that he's wiping cum off his face onto them by nuzzling down against the mattress. He rolls over onto his stomach, voice a bit muffled as he sits up while holding the phone to his ear.]

I'll stay just like I am, waiting.

[He's hungry though, so he'll just take a short trip down to the main landing to find where he left the granola bars. Feeling oddly at home walking around the now enclosed space fully nude. He wipes his hip off with one of the tea towels in the kitchen area, wrinkling his nose as he looks around for where to put it before just hanging it back up on its hook.]

Don't give me time to tighten up, okay?
confiscated: (⇀ for this is how we live)

[personal profile] confiscated 2019-06-11 06:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[Tate's not there, it's true. And he doesn't respond at first, leaving Cobain to sit on the table with her tail swishing side to side as she watches Derek with wide, unblinking eyes. Her paws are poised to launch her forward and slowly, so slowly, her back hips lift as if she's readying for lift off. But Tate's voice softly carries, a sleepy murmured noise that immediately placates Cobain into a soft, purring kitten for when Tate walks over from the small balcony he was out on and runs his hand over her head.

His skin's warm from the sun outside, curls kissed by it and how many days he's spent outdoors since arriving. He's still naked albeit cleaned up, traces of cum on his skin for Derek to notice but if he'd been clothed he'd seem otherwise presentable. He was laying in the hammock and maybe had fallen asleep, but he's waking from it now - smiling slightly at the sight of Derek before patting Cobain on the ass and shooing her. She hops off and trots out where he came from, likely to lounge in the same spot of sun Tate was in moments ago.]


She really scare you? Damn.

[He's playful, dark eyes glinting as he notices Derek's come home with a bag and now he's - interested in finding out what's in it. He walks closer, reaching out to trace his fingers up Derek's arm. It's weird, for a second, after that sexting-nudes-phone sex thing only a few hours ago to suddenly see each other like it's any other day. He's... allured, really, and looks up at Derek expectantly.]

So what did you bring me.
confiscated: (⇀ united in tragedy)

[personal profile] confiscated 2019-06-12 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
[Tate's eyes flick over the features of Derek's face, picking at the little subtleties that show that something's off. Not in a bad way, he can tell that right away, but it's an air of - quiet avoidance, nervousness or some layer of shyness that masks the usual bravado Derek wears on his chest. It's cute, really, and Tate cocks his head thoughtfully to the side before he's offered the bag instead of an explanation. And that works well enough for him.

Cobain shoots one last look back at Derek before she disappears, tail curled to the doorway until she vanishes through it. Tate backs up to sit down on a futon chair they have where the bed used to sit on the main floor, before relocating up to the loft. It's cushioned and soft, and he sinks back with the bag in his lap to paw through it. His eyes light up and his smile quirks almost instantaneously when he sees what he's been given. He looks up at Derek.]


You're spoiling me. I don't know what half of this stuff is.

[Is that a lie? Is that the truth? Tate's pulling things out of the bag with a sense of wonder that could lean either way. He clicks on a vibrator and startles just a bit when it buzzes violently in his hand, before turning it off and laying it next to him. He looks at a set of shiny black plugs and vinyl cuffs, shoots a dry look up at Derek when he sees a cock ring and then holds up the next item with vague amusement. He then takes that o-ring gag and tries it on, lips around the metal ring as it takes him a few attempts to figure out how it's supposed to sit before he's buckling it behind his head loosely. When he speaks, it's with a lisp:]

Am I thexy?

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