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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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[personal profile] confiscated 2019-08-03 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm not-

[Tate's immediate response is an embarrassed one, mostly because he wasn't actually going to touch himself the way it veeeery obviously looks like he was. His heart hitches predictably and there's heat in his face, his hand still tucked down his waistband with his fingers resting against his stomach. He sighs, like he's annoyed (at getting caught,) before relaxing away from that shameful twinge and then actually wrapping his fingers around his dick. Not exactly hard. Not exactly that horny. But.]

Just - keep your eyes on the road. And your ears outta my chest.
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[personal profile] confiscated 2019-08-04 12:51 am (UTC)(link)
... You were alright.

[Tate's teasing, evident by the tone of his voice and the thrilling thud of his heart when he gets to feel satisfied with the fact he was alluring to Derek. That he's got - a hook in him, something that he wants. That maybe he can't replace. Tate feels wanted and it makes him radiate a special kind of happiness, mingled with a sexual spark as he quietly jerks off lazily to the concept of them. He loosens his jeans to aid in the gesture - which is languid and slow, since he's not exactly popping a tent.]

I liked it. I uh, I really...

[Mmh. He lolls back his head so his face can't really be seen, and breathes in the scent of the seats as he tries to wonder why he's even saying this:]

I really like it when you get that... excited.
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[personal profile] confiscated 2019-08-04 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
['I don't need just anyone like that' and I can give you everything I have, now, I can - I can take care of you' are some of the best things Tate's had told to him, and they sing right into his heart. He's jerking himself a little firmer now, taking that praise like it's its own brand of dirty talk. His chest rises and falls a little deeper now, the more he thinks about how Derek owns him. Really, really owns him. There's no mistaking his pack - no abandonment on the horizon. For the next three months, Derek belongs to him as much as he belongs to Derek.]

Yeah. Yea... h.

[He gets a bit breathy there, for obvious reasons.]

I'm yours and I like it. I know.
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[personal profile] confiscated 2019-08-04 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
I'm not moving.

[That's Tate's response, his hand still gliding over his cock - it's kind of disgusting but still hot that Derek's cooling cum is still leaking out of him like this. Marking him up to be a real sloppy mess, especially on a second round. He's still loose and admittedly sore, but not as badly as he was when they parted at the booth. Derek took some of his pain and Tate's already mended enough that when he arches his back to fuck into his fist, it's not total agony.

He's got one foot up on the back seat and one down on the floor of the car, knees already parted as he jerks himself off under his clothes. He wants Derek to pry the fucking door off in his haste to get back here, so he lets out another soft groan that's purposely wanton to make him scramble. Tate got a hit of pleasure knowing Derek couldn't wait to fuck him. He wants another dose of that, another fucking certainty that he's wanted by someone here.]


If you think you can fit.

[Size joke. Haha.]
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[personal profile] confiscated 2019-08-04 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
You move, I'm comfortable.

[Tate nips back, lips wet from their kiss - he's peeling his jeans farther open, slipping them down his hips with one hand and flashing Derek a sight of his cock in the other with a lazy laugh. He likes pushing his buttons, he likes - the challenge, the heat. He wants Derek to just pry him apart right now and the heat radiating off of him paired with the allured heartbeat and smell of sex in the air is an easy tell.

Tate complies only by moving his knee a slight bit, sloping his back more against the back of the seat than the bench itself - not creating a lot of space but there isn't much to begin with. He can feel a faint breeze coming in from the open door and just lolls his head back, dark eyes watching Derek as he makes a show of moving his hand farther down - biting his lip as he fingers himself.]


I'm still pretty loose. You better hurry.
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[personal profile] confiscated 2019-08-04 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
[Tate laughs, just light and amused as Derek strips and joins him with a chorus of cursing in the cramped space. He doesn't care enough to chide him for not just walking around to the other door because he's starting to feel that same needy way. He wants Derek again, he wants him now and he wants to know he's got him. All he has to do is crook his finger and Derek comes to him, that's all he wants to have.

He's pushed his jeans down to his knees and his boxers too, working them off one leg before Derek comes crashing in to make him stop. The foot on the ground now has his clothes twisted around it, but he's mostly bare now - except for Derek's jacket that's still on him. He sits up on his elbows to try and shrug it off. It's deja vu for that suffocatingly trapped feleing of not being able to get his arms free. He freezes though, dropping back against the seat when Derek's fingers take over and he lifts his hips.]


Shit - c'mon, c'mon. Break me in a little more - I know you want to.
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[personal profile] confiscated 2019-08-04 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
[There's always a period like this, right before they get to it that seems to stretch on indefinitely. Derek's got his fingers in him, finding a rhythm in how he fucks him - deep and smooth, knuckles curved to his inner wall and making his leg bounce a little each time it rubs him the right way. He's hard now, cock rising in the loose curl of his fingers as he rocks his hips just gently enough to work with what Derek's doing.

Derek wants him in the jacket and - he's a bit annoyed, if only because he can feel sweat sticking to his skin inside it but it's fine. He'll bear through it, head lolled back and a challenged range of motion to his arms. All that matters is he can jerk off his dick and get a bit of a grip on Derek. His fingers skim his thigh but drop back down to the seat when he groans, low and hoarse.]


Okay? If... If you want.

[Tate can't tell if he really means now or not, but he's not about to say no. This isn't their first foray into it and he still remembers the feeling of Derek lifting his phone to capture a snapshot of him when he had his cock knotted into his face. The booth was fun for its own right, but - this? This is... something he can give Derek, much like the first time. He gestures to the floor of the car, where his device has fallen to.]
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[personal profile] confiscated 2019-08-04 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
[Tate's never really had an issue with the way he looks, it was always other things that weighed on him in life and even after death. He hated hearing his mother praise him for his cherubic looks but when facing himself in the mirror he... felt nothing. He was, to his knowledge, average to okay looking and - hot, maybe, to some people. It's knowing that he turns people on that he likes, that victory in using what he has for his own gains. So he looks at himself in the photo and finds it briefly difficult to have an opinion. He looks lewd and he'd othertimes perhaps feel embarrassed or ashamed maybe at letting this exist - photos of him writhing with someone's fingers up his ass - but right now he's horny. He likes it, he decides, after a quick stare and a stealing glance upward at Derek.

Derek likes it. So Tate smiles slightly, lip twitching as he nods. Then he groans, feeling Derek's fingers in him and enjoying the debasement. His toes curl and he lifts up again, fucking up into Derek's hand and deciding then and there that they might as well... have some fun? He laughs, face red from exertion.]


I'm surprised you're not recording it. I might not ever look this hot again? Maybe you should.
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[personal profile] confiscated 2019-08-04 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
I hear people make money from this kinda stuff online now. Camming, or so-something.

[Tate's attempt at nonchalant teasing is botched when his monotone voice hitches, leg kicking a bit harder when Derek's fingers thrust into him deeper then they have before. He can feel himself flexing against his knuckles, the wet sound of Derek's hand a little louder as he speeds up. When he pulls away Tate makes a sound of distress, reaching down to cup his cock again and looks straight up at Derek - first through the camera, then into his eyes.]

I'm waiting.
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[personal profile] confiscated 2019-08-04 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
[Tate only slightly regrets telling Derek to film, if only because he keeps looking up at his device with a perverted sort of intrigue when he catches glimpse of it in Derek's hand. He's taping him, taping the moment, and that's oddly liberating and also wholly terrifying. But Derek's not about to share this with anyone, as made clear by how he declares Tate his. He likes that? He likes that a lot because he can close his eyes and believe it, only batting open his eyelashes when he feels the thick of Derek's cockhead jut against him.

Thankfully still loose in part to Derek's fingers, Tate stretches open around his cock easily. The slow motion pries him apart and his ass is slick still, welcoming him in with a tight squeeze. It hurts once Derek is in past a certain point, a twinge of pain that feels like a day old sprain inside his abdomen - and then a burning feeling as his hole spreads wider still for the girth of his cock. Tate's lips have fallen to part and he wets them with his tongue, the rhythm of his breathing changing to something more shallow as he adjusts to the slow intrusion.]


Shhhhhit.

[His head lolls back and his fingers drag against the seat. It feels just as good as it did before and just as cramped and claustrophobic. Tate jerks himself off a little faster and whines Derek's name a few times beneath his breath. This is good, but it's not what he wanted. He wants more.]

I know you've been hard since the restaurant. And I know what you want. So you better put that all the way in me this time.
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[personal profile] confiscated 2019-08-04 06:08 am (UTC)(link)
[Tate's louder now, letting the low grunts and stretched out moans just slip out of him as Derek's cock works its way into him inch by inch in steady, continuous motion. He's looser than he usually is and it's such a help, pain a fair compromise, because he feels all that much more accomplished to see with a tuck of his chin to his chest that Derek's almost buried in him. It's not even for the camera that Tate's moaning with such a wanton tone - he can't bite it back, not when he feels so good being used a second time.

Their first round helps Tate not be so wound up, his cock sensitive but still rigid in his hand. He keeps stroking, taking pauses between two or three motions to just revel in what Derek's doing to him. He pushes up against the latter thrusts, feeling himself slide a bit against the seat with each one. His eyes are closed for a long moment so he blinks them open to see the camera on him, close and invasive.

He looks - taken to say the least, with his eyes clouded with lust and his lips shiny with spit.]


Derrrrek.

[His teeth click together, he gasps:]

Please? Please. Please.
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[personal profile] confiscated 2019-08-04 06:46 am (UTC)(link)
[Derek gives him the go ahead to shed the jacket and aside from briefly lifting his shoulderblade from the cushion, Tate does nothing - it feels like too much effort to slither out of the leather that's sticking to his skin, even for the rush of relief it'd grant him. He lays there in Derek's jacket, shirtless beneath it, and just moans his name instead as he feels Derek's balls slap up against him. His lips part in a silent 'O' when Derek sits there, holding on and fiercely beginning to fill him.

He thinks for a second that he's imagining the sudden stretch, the gentle swell of Derek's cock that starts to push him back to his limits. Derek fucks into him harder, making Tate slip against the seat until he lifts his legs to hook them around Derek's waist, anchoring around him to hold on so that - at the very least - he's dragged back with him between thrusts and not left crunched up into the door in the back seat.]


Come on - come on.

[His voice is ragged and he's egging Derek on to go harder, to really wolf out. He might have said he doesn't want the red anymore or to rely on it, but it'd be a lie to say it doesn't still give him a flare of attraction. Tate works his hips to slam back up against Derek, trying to get them back to that near impossible bliss in the booth. He wants to be raw and hurting, he wants to - be fucked so wildly in the back seat of this car that neither of them will forget it. He wants to make memories that Derek cannot ever top. Never replace. Never need to replace.]

C'mon Derek - fuck me!
Edited 2019-08-04 06:47 (UTC)
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[personal profile] confiscated 2019-08-04 06:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[Tate likes the way Derek looks down at him - predatory, to say the least. He's heaving heavy breaths and fucking into him like an animal, wet slaps of their bodies hitting together definitely going to be picked up by the camera. The camera that wanders a bit as it takes in Tate from this angle, writhing and and rolling his head side to side each time he's fucked down against the car's seat. He swears, at some point, that he feels like he's going to actually end up going through it with how hard Derek's hips are pistoning in against him.

His fingers graze the backs of the front seats and the door behind him as he struggles to find something to hold on to, failing and falling into a helpless state of just... going with the motion. It makes him even hornier, having no options and being dragged back and forth until his lower back's due to feel raw and sore. But Tate doesn't care, he squeezes his legs tighter around Derek and welcomes the deep, forceful fucking that's going to make the whole of him raw and sore by the end.

Derek drops Tate's device on him and it slaps against his chest, momentarily recording the black of the ceiling and Derek hunching forward. That's what Tate records - briefly, admittedly - angling it up to see his own POV shot of Derek as he plows into him. It's only a handful of seconds, twenty at best, because Tate's overwhelmed and lets the device fall to the wayside to sit on the floor of the backseat. It's still recording their huffs and groans, the squeaky seat and the lewd noises of a sticky second round.]


Derek...

[Tate's breath is fucked out of him and he's gripping his hand against Derek's wrist for support, feeling his weight pushing down on his shoulder with a pained but blissful grunt. He feels him really hitting deep, deeper than it feels they have before, maybe because it seems easier than any other time. Tate's been fucked twice within the span of an hour, he's pliant and malleable and surrendering to Derek's whims. He feels Derek swell and squirms at first like he wants away from it, but there's no avoiding it. He says 'yeah' several times, slurring the cheering on as the pain chatters his teeth together and makes his cock spurt precum between them. How is he always this quick to come, even after feeling exhausted from the first time? He can feel it building, quick and hot - and blushes red from being so easy.]

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