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Derek Hale. Leave a message.

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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.
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[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.
Edited 2020-02-23 08:11 (UTC)
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[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.
confiscated: (⇀ no room to lose)

[personal profile] confiscated 2020-02-27 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
[Tate grits his teeth as he feels Derek throb and writhe beneath him, already doubting his own decision because it'd be so easy to crack and just... enjoy this. To welcome Derek to flip them over and fuck him with wild abandon, or to give him what he wants just like this - knees set into the mattress and Derek's cock plunging into him. He'd fuck him if the toy wasn't already doing that too, so he just takes a moment to close his eyes and regain composure.

Derek's lips part and Tate murmurs something approving before he's lifting up and off of Derek's dick entirely, his expression flickering through something regretful as he does so. He moves backward but not without pulling Derek's wrists - guiding him to sit up as Tate climbs off of him and back down into the space between his legs. Tate holds on to the remote with his other hand, as if daring Derek to disobey the next set of orders:]


Get on all fours. And keep your mouth open - wider, wider than that.
confiscated: (⇀ untimely demise)

[personal profile] confiscated 2020-02-28 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
First you tell me I'm a shitty dom, then you try to take over? You're a shitty sub, you know that?

[Tate says it with clear amusement, but he doesn't climb back up onto Derek despite how tempting it could be. It wouldn't take that long to get off at all while riding him and the thought has his stomach clenching and his hand on his dick. But he breathes in deep and turns the dial up not one but two notches - watching Derek with rapt attention to see if he's got a response to this at least. He'll leave it like that for a long pause before turning it down one, voice husky when he speaks aloud - like he's on the fence about relenting or making it worse again:]

I said on all fours. You're not coming until the timer rings.
confiscated: (⇀ no room to lose)

[personal profile] confiscated 2020-03-04 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
You like it.

[Tate almost adds on something to really drag the dog symbolism there but he doesn't, mostly because he just got Derek on all fours and if he starts snapping his teeth at him this could end poorly. So he just combs his hands through Derek's hair, raking his nails over his scalp and rewarding him with some careful touch - affectionate in how he runs his fingers through it, then drops one hand away to put it on his dick to guide it right to Derek's mouth.

With a gentle thrust forward, he waits to see how Derek takes to blowing him not only in this exposed of a position, but blindfolded and constricted as he is. Tate thinks its rather fascinating, and he's leaning his shoulders back to watch it with parted lips and a wide eyed fascination that may only be present because he knows Derek can't see the look on his face.]


Suck.
confiscated: (⇀ one sight too few)

[personal profile] confiscated 2020-03-04 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Good-

[The praise rolls off Tate's tongue like a breathy afterthought as Derek's lips part for his cock and his tongue slides against it. He's slow with it but Tate doesn't mind that - they're waiting for a timer anyway, so the slower the better. He gently rolls his hips forward before pulling back, finding a soft rhythm to feel the heat of Derek's mouth with and groans gently in response. His hands keep sliding through Derek's hair, holding on to it and his skull.

Part of him wants more from Derek - he's not sure what he's supposed to be doing with this lead he's been given, both in this moment and now within Duplicity as a dom. There's just more ownership, more responsibility, and Tate's been culled into submission for so long - and idealizing romance, sex, and all of that as an equal share of things. His life is still pretty scattered since the day he woke up without a line down his throat.]


Keep - Keep going. I want you to make me come.