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Derek Hale. Leave a message.

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confiscated: (⇀ and all tolls that we take)

[personal profile] confiscated 2020-02-22 09:00 am (UTC)(link)
Just lay back and - uh, breathe?

[He ends up laughing because he knows that didn't sound at all convincing, but he's still trying to emulate the Derek he's seen and the dom he's supposed to be. He's got a slick vibrator in the palm of his hand and wet fingertips that tease down between Derek's legs to feel up toward his hole, massaging lube against it before the curved edge of the toy's there to take over. He holds steady to the flared base, and gently applies pressure. He's clumsy with his motions in general, but he's - trying to stay steady, firm with the press forward that nudges into Derek and his eyes flick up to stare at his half covered face to watch for any sign of discomfort.]

That feel okay? Does it hurt?
confiscated: (⇀ grapple with faith)

[personal profile] confiscated 2020-02-22 09:10 am (UTC)(link)
Tell me if it's too much.

[He doesn't expect Derek to stop him for a variety of reasons - he assumes Derek would believe he can take it, no matter what. And he doesn't want to call out a weakness he doesn't want to showcase, so why would he admit that? Tate's careful with still pushing the toy forward, easing up a little then pulsing forward again with a motion that's trying to loosen Derek up by toying with the first inch of him that Tate's able to get him spread. It's actually something that takes a studious amount of attention for Tate, so his head drops and he just - focuses on what he's doing, nudging Derek's legs to part further and continuing until he sees gradual progress.]

If it helps... this thing was in me before. Think about that? I had to work up to getting it in me too. And you made me keep it in me for a while - I liked that, even though I hated you for it. I think that was the horniest you've ever made me.

[Tate's talking in slow, low toned words - trying to get Derek more aroused, to get his dick rigid and his mind into the game. He wants to see Derek's hips rock, to have him want to be full the way Tate's learned to like this feeling himself.]
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[personal profile] confiscated 2020-02-22 09:30 am (UTC)(link)
I've been practicing since our last call.

[It took him some time to get used to the sexting, the nudes - and using technology to enhance a fuck's been pretty interesting so far. Phone sex was one of the easiest elements for him, the most familiar tech wise, so he has a preference. He's been thinking more and more about what things to say, and how, and what riles Derek up in particular. He nudges the toy in farther, working it in almost to the base.]

Whenever I talk about the things I want you to do to me, I know it makes you hard. Talking about how I need you, or I want you... Or how once I get you whining for me, I'm gonna ride you? It works, right? Look at you.

[Tate pushes harder on the toy, stretching Derek open a little more forceful- nearing the flared base's relief. He pushes to the point of it and past, waiting for the feeling of Derek flexing around it so that he can use one hand to cup him by the cock and start jerking him off.]

Remember - you can't come 'til I tell you.
confiscated: (⇀ give not what you fear)

[personal profile] confiscated 2020-02-22 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Shut up, you'll manage.

[But Tate's not exactly so sure - they have to try, right? He grabs for his phone with slippery fingers, starting the timer after a little trial end error and leaves the phone up by the pillows so it can do the hard job of keeping track while Tate straightens up onto his knees and surveys Derek. His hand pulls away from his cock, and he just... watches. Watches him squirm and flex, half a smile frozen on his lips. No wonder Derek liked being in this position, watching and in control.

He picks up the remote, stroking his thumb over the dial but not yet turning it on. There's just a moment of pause, but then Tate's crawling back up off the bed and onto his feet - heading back to that trunk to absently look through it. Letting Derek sit, waiting and fighting his own instincts.]


Three hours is easy. Ish.

[He turns the dial on to low. Smirks to himself as he bends down nonchalantly, looking through the trunk for something.]
confiscated: (⇀ watching over)

[personal profile] confiscated 2020-02-23 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
Like you warned me?

[This part is just petty, and Tate shoots a look to Derek to say as much - smirking as he fondles the remote and pulls a few things from the chest. He goes back toward the bed, dropping them by the foot of it and kneels back down - crawling back between Derek's legs, bracing his hand against the muscle of his thigh in the process. He lifts up a leather strap and gestures to Derek's hands.]

I know this won't hold you but we can at least say we tried. Give me your hands?
confiscated: (⇀ a lost command)

[personal profile] confiscated 2020-02-23 07:26 am (UTC)(link)
You can snap out of it if it feels too much. I know you can - jesus, I think I could snap out of these things if I really wanted to.

[Tate's talking about the vinyl straps - thin pieces he wraps around Derek's wrists, binding them together. He needs to think about it, winding them around before buckling the ends together. There's a tiny bit of stretch in the shiny plastic but it could be more comfortable - Tate should've found a way to attach cuffs to the floor by now, but that's just another reno for another day.]

Blindfold's pushing it, right? Okay - okay, nevermind.
confiscated: (⇀ earnest reviews)

[personal profile] confiscated 2020-02-23 07:36 am (UTC)(link)
What if I don't know what I want?

[Tate asks quietly, though he's still uncertain himself. His hand strokes down Derek's thigh again, and he drops his gaze to his cock - reaching for it, fingers curling around its girth and giving a tentative pump. He knows what he's used to doing - what he thinks of, in this moment, because he either wants to get off or to get Derek off. Tate's been able to pick up a few skills and a lot of experience pleasuring people here because that's how you get ahead - by giving it. So as he jerks Derek off slowly, he considers his options.

This isn't supposed to be about getting Derek to come, though. Quite the opposite - so Tate tries to put his mind to what he's supposed to be leading here. He can tie Derek up all pretty and helpless but it's all aesthetics. He wets his lip, picking up the blindfold, just as shiny a vinyl as the rest of it and he crawls forward to straddle Derek's midsection. Looking down at him, he puts the mask on - letting it sit against Derek's forehead, asking to be lowered over his eyes.]


Try and - just try and go with it?

[He lowers the blindfold to put Derek in darkness.]
confiscated: (⇀ skin and bone)

[personal profile] confiscated 2020-02-23 08:01 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah?

[Tate's voice is quiet but hopeful, and his body's weight shifts. He's up on his knees again, off of Derek's abdomen, so he can push down his boxers. The fabric, thin cotton, glides down his thighs and stretches across Derek's chest as Tate settles back and seats himself over Derek's cock - letting it rest up against his ass as he gets his boxers the rest of the way off and tossed aside.

He finds the moment - strangely isolating, because he's taken away the two things that connect him to Derek in moments like these. His hands, the touch of warm connection and his eyes - what Tate uses to read Derek's expressions, his likes or dislikes. He's suddenly undermined his own confidence, his legs splayed to either side of Derek's chest and his hands on his thighs as he sits forward and gets back on his knees.

Reaching behind him, Tate grasps Derek's cock - feeling the pre smeared over it, fingers dancing around the tip as his heart hammers against his chest. He's waiting to hear what Derek has to say, but he's already keen on what he might want his next step to be.]


Tell me.
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confiscated: (⇀ gathering foes)

[personal profile] confiscated 2020-02-24 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
I like that.

[Tate breathes out the words, goosebumps spreading across his skin - he likes that position too, the comfort of being cared for and knowing that there's trust well put in Derek to do whatever he needs to do to be there for him. He likes this position too, proving he can offer what Derek wants or needs as well, hopefully convincing him that he's trustworthy after giving so many reasons to doubt him in the past. The possessiveness is just a bonus, because he feels that too - he always does, when he gets close to people. Tate wants to be their world.

He works Derek's cock up between his cheeks, lowering himself onto him with a slow and steady stretch. He's tight, always is when they start this, but he's more practiced now with how to get through that by continuing. He feels Derek's cock split him open and keeps lowering himself, thighs trembling and his voice a caught garble of noise in his throat. His heart's picked up, giving away the strain and focus, and Tate's hands slip to brace himself against Derek's stomach.]


You can do anything you want to me, whenever you want. Just so you know that.
confiscated: (⇀ grapple with faith)

[personal profile] confiscated 2020-02-24 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
[Touche. Tate doesn't laugh but he's amused as he sinks lower, taking more of Derek into him before lifting back just a little to adjust. It's still a lot to take, but after a few strained seconds of adjustment, muscles flexing, he sits flush against Derek's hips and gyrates his hips ever so gently in a clock wise circle. His exhale is relieved, and Derek might not be able to see his smile but he can likely tell that it's there.]

Or you can tell me what you want to do to me. Or have me do to you.

[Another roll of his hips, and he's lifting up - just to sink back down, nice and slow.]

And in three hours? You can come. Great, right?
confiscated: (⇀ haven has no name)

[personal profile] confiscated 2020-02-24 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
I am, shut your mo-

[Derek thrusts up and Tate lets out a gasp, arching his back to ride it and falling back - hands against Derek's thighs to brace with a nervous squeeze of his fingers against the muscle. He's supposed to be dominant right now and Derek's calling him out, so it's a foggy maze in his head as to what to do next. But he has an idea with a sidelong look, before breathing in deep.]

Then go faster.

[He murmurs, ready to move with Derek - but also, in that same moment, clicking the dial of the vibrator up another notch.]

If you can.
confiscated: (⇀ deception amok)

[personal profile] confiscated 2020-02-25 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
Fuck off.

[Tate's breath is shallow and he's riding what Derek's giving him, working himself against the lifts of his hips - feeling him stay deep but still grind and shift, working against his body in a way that makes Tate's toes curl. His knees dig into the mattress and he holds on tight to the remote, thumb ready on the dial but the rest of his body fighting to stay present in the moment. He could come from this, like this, with just a little more time and effort and Tate's head is blank when it comes to how to decide what to do next. So he keeps riding Derek, lifting and falling against him, before sitting flush and breathing in deep.]

Three hours. You have to - make it three hours without coming.

[Tate's finger slides against the dial, the vibration decreases. He stays seated on Derek, weight pushing down, his body flexing and tight around Derek's cock but not letting him move. Tate's staring at his face, obscured by the mask, and he strokes himself absently.]

Open your mouth.

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