[Tate laughs, light and genuine, when Derek declines to care about the soon to be messy state of his car. His head just lolls back while Derek's kissing his neck and he laughs, feeling surprisingly unanchored and light despite being pinned beneath Derek's bull-like weight and tethered to him by the absurd reality of his cock. He just feels like he's gotten sweet release, something that cleared his head and makes him feel steady on his feet again. Or on his back, in this instance.
His leg's cramping and he tries to move it, but there's really nowhere for his heel to find better purchase. Aside from that, he feels good - treasured, by Derek's wandering hands, and made to feel like he really is the only thing that matters to him. For now, anyway. That bubble will dissipate with sobering reality later, but for now - Tate's dopey and happy, eyes dulled with afterglow and a smile still touching to his lips on and off, like the small thrusts Derek still does instinctively.]
Yeah, you're good.
[Better than good. This might be the closest he's been able to feel to someone since coming here, and not for a lack of trying. Kavinsky was close, in the desperate need for need. Violet would've been ideal if she'd - loved him any. Derek still has someone else he considers his first, though, and always will. Tate will never find his perfect match.]
Dunno about - always being like this though. Might be inconvenient.
[ Derek can tell that Tate's starting to feel kind of trapped, the little wiggle of his leg giving it away as much as the uncomfortable twinges of pain Derek can sense coming from his body. It's... difficult to move, both from a physical standpoint and just out of how fucking tired he is, but when Tate jokes about this being, uh, inconvenient, he decides he's gotta give it a try. ]
Sorry.
[ He apologizes with a sleepy sort of mumble, putting all of his willpower into rolling onto his side, dragging Tate along with him like he doesn't weigh a thing. Derek shifts a little so that they're both facing the back of the seat they're laying on, breath hitching here and there when Tate squeezes reflexively around his still so sensitive cock, ankles straightening out every now and then when he wants to pound into Tate and can't.
They settle again, eventually, clumsy and difficult, and Derek wraps his arms around Tate's stomach and chest, not quite squeezing him but not quite not. Every time he exhales he blows air against the back of Tate's neck, and his eyes are closed like he could fall asleep like this. ]
You know what I mean, though. You... make me happy. Make me want to be a better person. I want... I want to give you everything in the whole wide fucking world, I want-- I want to change for you, I want to...
[ He wants to get it right, this time. He wants to be an Alpha to be proud of. Derek sighs, softly, his lips against Tate's shoulder, his voice cracking from tired misuse, dropped so low it's barely audible. ]
I just want to do everything right. You're my pack, you're-- you're worth so much to me. I never want to lose that feeling.
[Tate grunts when they move, voice caught somewhere in his throat as they shift - he clenches more than he'd like to, reminded with a little now uncomfortable shudder that Derek's still in him. Rigid, rather unmoving, it makes him ache a bit as his body stays stretched and taut around him rather than healing and tightening up. As his body cools, all he feels is slightly more sweaty in this leather jacket - but he butts his forehead against Derek's and then lets him mouth at his neck.
Derek's crooning all the right words - the things Tate wants and wants to be able to promise. He wants to be everything and give everything, to live so wrapped up and entwined with someone that they're one. Makes him wish he could've been that for Violet all the more, and he coaxes his fingers through Derek's dark hair before sighing and nuzzling in against his chest.]
You won't. We won't. We're pack now.
[Sort of. Tate's voice is low and reassuring, spoken with the softest murmur.]
It'll only get better from here. I'm yours, you're mine. That's how it's going to be now.
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His leg's cramping and he tries to move it, but there's really nowhere for his heel to find better purchase. Aside from that, he feels good - treasured, by Derek's wandering hands, and made to feel like he really is the only thing that matters to him. For now, anyway. That bubble will dissipate with sobering reality later, but for now - Tate's dopey and happy, eyes dulled with afterglow and a smile still touching to his lips on and off, like the small thrusts Derek still does instinctively.]
Yeah, you're good.
[Better than good. This might be the closest he's been able to feel to someone since coming here, and not for a lack of trying. Kavinsky was close, in the desperate need for need. Violet would've been ideal if she'd - loved him any. Derek still has someone else he considers his first, though, and always will. Tate will never find his perfect match.]
Dunno about - always being like this though. Might be inconvenient.
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Sorry.
[ He apologizes with a sleepy sort of mumble, putting all of his willpower into rolling onto his side, dragging Tate along with him like he doesn't weigh a thing. Derek shifts a little so that they're both facing the back of the seat they're laying on, breath hitching here and there when Tate squeezes reflexively around his still so sensitive cock, ankles straightening out every now and then when he wants to pound into Tate and can't.
They settle again, eventually, clumsy and difficult, and Derek wraps his arms around Tate's stomach and chest, not quite squeezing him but not quite not. Every time he exhales he blows air against the back of Tate's neck, and his eyes are closed like he could fall asleep like this. ]
You know what I mean, though. You... make me happy. Make me want to be a better person. I want... I want to give you everything in the whole wide fucking world, I want-- I want to change for you, I want to...
[ He wants to get it right, this time. He wants to be an Alpha to be proud of. Derek sighs, softly, his lips against Tate's shoulder, his voice cracking from tired misuse, dropped so low it's barely audible. ]
I just want to do everything right. You're my pack, you're-- you're worth so much to me. I never want to lose that feeling.
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Derek's crooning all the right words - the things Tate wants and wants to be able to promise. He wants to be everything and give everything, to live so wrapped up and entwined with someone that they're one. Makes him wish he could've been that for Violet all the more, and he coaxes his fingers through Derek's dark hair before sighing and nuzzling in against his chest.]
You won't. We won't. We're pack now.
[Sort of. Tate's voice is low and reassuring, spoken with the softest murmur.]
It'll only get better from here. I'm yours, you're mine. That's how it's going to be now.