[Tate's a little breathy when he says that, keeping his head back and his hair fanned out around him like a halo. Derek's gotten him hard again - not that it would've been hard with all that friction, that half-assed show that still got Tate's eyes following the cut lines of Derek's torso. Moments like that, where even when he's not allowed to touch, Tate's able to just... examine someone so intimately without reproach. After a year here he doesn't really feel much toward his previously closeted feelings, not the same shame at least, but time to time he still feels insecure. But not like this, not with Derek.]
For you, maybe. So pick something decent... I want you to show me all the things you want to do to me but on your own body first.
[He licks his lower lip in a slow cat-like swipe.]
[ Not a great order, apparently. Derek rolls his eyes, getting to his feet all the same, but it's obvious by the time he wanders over to Tate's toys that he has no intention of following that order. He pushed Tate into taking the lead, but Derek's general sense of defiance and inability to do as he's told is still going strong, it seems. He rummages around until he finds something he likes. ]
Can't fuck myself that hard.
[ It's the plug they've used before, rose pink and, luckily, recently charged. He brings it back to Tate, standing on his knees at the end of the bed, lube brought with him from the chest, as well - he's not hard, and he looks kind of bored, but he still lazily throws Tate the remote as he uncaps the lube and starts working the toy, getting it ready. ]
This is for you.
[ Because - apparently - he doesn't trust Tate to take the lead, after all. If he wants to distract Tate with sex, he figures he should be doing something he knows Tate will like. ]
[Tate says in a tone of voice that's more amused than admonishing, because he spreads his leg a bit wider apart and brings up his knee so his heel's resting against the mattress. He stares at Derek almost suspicious, wondering if he's really going to be so boldly defiant. Should he be punishing him for this? Or encouraging it? Either way, Tate likes the sight of Derek drawing closer.]
[ Tate's amusement only encourages Derek, who leans into his defiant streak like it's where he lives. He's grinning, now, dropping down on his knees to curl his lube-slick hand around Tate's cock, gliding over him just fast enough to keep him alert. He hums, thoughtfully, like he's actually considering the order, but he never really was. ]
Make me.
[ He strokes Tate faster, always running hot enough to make the tight heat of his palm even warmer. He closes his fist around Tate's head and squeezes, massaging in circular pulls as he holds the plug with his other hand, looking at Tate with his eyebrows raised. ]
Or tell me you want this. Tell me you want me to make you come.
[He's quick to admit that, voice lathered with latent want as Derek pumps him with a sick fist. He sighs, toes curling and his hips rolling with the motion, but it's with a quick swallow and a quirk of his lips that he has more to add on to that. Make me, says Derek. Such a challenging little shit.]
But if you're not going to put the toy in you, you better put me instead.
[ He's taking this as an admission of defeat, from Tate, who acts like he's in charge despite doing exactly what Derek told him to do. He's caving, giving Derek the right to take control again, and Derek just laughs, clearly feeling like he's won something. He can't hide the smugness in his voice. Doesn't even try. ]
That's what I thought.
[ He takes his hand from Tate's cock, shifting closer on his knees and bringing his fingers to Tate's hole. He's as gentle as ever, slowly pressing his fingertips into his entrance and stretching him open, coating him with lube to make this easier, and then with very little ceremony, he brings the plug to Tate's entrance instead. He's jerking Tate off again as he gently penetrates him, easing the plug in inch by inch. ]
[Said with a fondness despite the way he rolls his shoulders back, arching his back and reacting positively to Derek's continued touch. Maybe he should've fought harder, but - what's he supposed to do when he actually does like it this way? When he knows Derek does too? He doesn't mind giving in if it pleases him, in the latter case. It helps secure what they have. That said, he does still make commentary as he breathes in slow and deep - trying not to clench around the toy when it replaces Derek's finger. He's tight as ever.]
A year of - of being your sub rubbed off on me, yeah? Am I supposed to just unlearn it all and be a dom now... I don't - ah, I don't fucking... thi-
[He groans rather than finish that, feeling the toy sink into him and press against his prostate with a slow, dull fullness that makes him feel so much more alert. He breathes in a little faster, color bleeding across his pale skin as the exertion makes him seem so much more lifelike. So much more alive.]
[ The teasing, the comments, the affectionate antagonizing, those are all things that Derek likes, too. Tate thinks that Derek's going to ride him, and Derek's laughing again, still that smug piece of shit Tate accused him of being. Slowly, he starts to pull the toy out of Tate again, leaving him empty with just the tip of the plug against his hole before he slowly, slowly fucks it back into him. Derek's slow and methodical, fucking Tate with the toy as he jacks him off, watching every arc of his back and fresh burst of color across his skin. ]
[Any attempts to sound demanding are demeaned by the fact Tate's arching gently when the toy exits him, pressing to it when it teases reentry. It's still something to adjust to, stretching around it with his teeth clicking together but his head so easily distracted by the fist around his dick. The redness that brushes over his face is a mix of pleasure and frustration, because Derek likes to put him in these positions. Where he makes Tate feel helpless in a way he likes, but still kind of objects to.]
[ Oh, that's quite the threat. Derek rolls his eyes, pumping his fist all the way down to Tate's balls, holding them in his hand and tugging lightly just to remind him of the position he's in. He can make all the threats he wants, but at the end of the day, Derek's the one in control, here. Derek's always the one in control. ]
You don't think I'd blink out of here? You really wanna test that?
[Whether Tate can or can't do that when getting closer and closer to the cusp of an orgasm is debatable, but he sure does let his heartbeat flicker ominously in and out of existence for a second. It's like static, the way for just a fraction of a second he looks a little paler - hollowed out and dead in comparison to the flushed faced and alive kid he's become this year. Throwback to the way Derek first met him, it seems.]
[ Maybe he'll leave after he comes, once Derek's worked his climax out of him with every slick, strong stroke of his fist, but Tate's too weak-willed and selfish to bail on him now, of all times. Derek starts jerking Tate a little faster, searching out the remote for the plug, running his thumb over the dial without turning on the vibration just yet. He gestures with it, bringing the remote to Tate's attention, talking calmly and quietly as his hand just moves faster and faster, holding him tighter with each stroke. ]
Turn your heartbeat off again and I won't use this.
[Not a genuinely made demand, but Derek's got Tate worked up the way he wants him - impatient, grinding on his own gears to try and stay stubborn when all he wants now is to go where his dick's guiding him: to a happy ending. He wants to have Derek make his eyes roll back and in that horny uptick of want, there isn't a thing too far for Tate's craving right now. He digs his nails into the bed and rolls his hips - rather angrily.]
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[Tate's a little breathy when he says that, keeping his head back and his hair fanned out around him like a halo. Derek's gotten him hard again - not that it would've been hard with all that friction, that half-assed show that still got Tate's eyes following the cut lines of Derek's torso. Moments like that, where even when he's not allowed to touch, Tate's able to just... examine someone so intimately without reproach. After a year here he doesn't really feel much toward his previously closeted feelings, not the same shame at least, but time to time he still feels insecure. But not like this, not with Derek.]
For you, maybe. So pick something decent... I want you to show me all the things you want to do to me but on your own body first.
[He licks his lower lip in a slow cat-like swipe.]
That's your order.
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Can't fuck myself that hard.
[ It's the plug they've used before, rose pink and, luckily, recently charged. He brings it back to Tate, standing on his knees at the end of the bed, lube brought with him from the chest, as well - he's not hard, and he looks kind of bored, but he still lazily throws Tate the remote as he uncaps the lube and starts working the toy, getting it ready. ]
This is for you.
[ Because - apparently - he doesn't trust Tate to take the lead, after all. If he wants to distract Tate with sex, he figures he should be doing something he knows Tate will like. ]
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[Tate says in a tone of voice that's more amused than admonishing, because he spreads his leg a bit wider apart and brings up his knee so his heel's resting against the mattress. He stares at Derek almost suspicious, wondering if he's really going to be so boldly defiant. Should he be punishing him for this? Or encouraging it? Either way, Tate likes the sight of Derek drawing closer.]
At least give it a try.
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Make me.
[ He strokes Tate faster, always running hot enough to make the tight heat of his palm even warmer. He closes his fist around Tate's head and squeezes, massaging in circular pulls as he holds the plug with his other hand, looking at Tate with his eyebrows raised. ]
Or tell me you want this. Tell me you want me to make you come.
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[He's quick to admit that, voice lathered with latent want as Derek pumps him with a sick fist. He sighs, toes curling and his hips rolling with the motion, but it's with a quick swallow and a quirk of his lips that he has more to add on to that. Make me, says Derek. Such a challenging little shit.]
But if you're not going to put the toy in you, you better put me instead.
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That's what I thought.
[ He takes his hand from Tate's cock, shifting closer on his knees and bringing his fingers to Tate's hole. He's as gentle as ever, slowly pressing his fingertips into his entrance and stretching him open, coating him with lube to make this easier, and then with very little ceremony, he brings the plug to Tate's entrance instead. He's jerking Tate off again as he gently penetrates him, easing the plug in inch by inch. ]
Breathe. Take it easy.
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[Said with a fondness despite the way he rolls his shoulders back, arching his back and reacting positively to Derek's continued touch. Maybe he should've fought harder, but - what's he supposed to do when he actually does like it this way? When he knows Derek does too? He doesn't mind giving in if it pleases him, in the latter case. It helps secure what they have. That said, he does still make commentary as he breathes in slow and deep - trying not to clench around the toy when it replaces Derek's finger. He's tight as ever.]
A year of - of being your sub rubbed off on me, yeah? Am I supposed to just unlearn it all and be a dom now... I don't - ah, I don't fucking... thi-
[He groans rather than finish that, feeling the toy sink into him and press against his prostate with a slow, dull fullness that makes him feel so much more alert. He breathes in a little faster, color bleeding across his pale skin as the exertion makes him seem so much more lifelike. So much more alive.]
C'mon - please? Get on my fucking cock already.
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[ The teasing, the comments, the affectionate antagonizing, those are all things that Derek likes, too. Tate thinks that Derek's going to ride him, and Derek's laughing again, still that smug piece of shit Tate accused him of being. Slowly, he starts to pull the toy out of Tate again, leaving him empty with just the tip of the plug against his hole before he slowly, slowly fucks it back into him. Derek's slow and methodical, fucking Tate with the toy as he jacks him off, watching every arc of his back and fresh burst of color across his skin. ]
I don't think I need to ride you to get you off.
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[Any attempts to sound demanding are demeaned by the fact Tate's arching gently when the toy exits him, pressing to it when it teases reentry. It's still something to adjust to, stretching around it with his teeth clicking together but his head so easily distracted by the fist around his dick. The redness that brushes over his face is a mix of pleasure and frustration, because Derek likes to put him in these positions. Where he makes Tate feel helpless in a way he likes, but still kind of objects to.]
That's two strikes. Three and you're out.
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What's going to happen when I'm "out"?
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[Whether Tate can or can't do that when getting closer and closer to the cusp of an orgasm is debatable, but he sure does let his heartbeat flicker ominously in and out of existence for a second. It's like static, the way for just a fraction of a second he looks a little paler - hollowed out and dead in comparison to the flushed faced and alive kid he's become this year. Throwback to the way Derek first met him, it seems.]
Don't call my bluff.
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[ Maybe he'll leave after he comes, once Derek's worked his climax out of him with every slick, strong stroke of his fist, but Tate's too weak-willed and selfish to bail on him now, of all times. Derek starts jerking Tate a little faster, searching out the remote for the plug, running his thumb over the dial without turning on the vibration just yet. He gestures with it, bringing the remote to Tate's attention, talking calmly and quietly as his hand just moves faster and faster, holding him tighter with each stroke. ]
Turn your heartbeat off again and I won't use this.
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[Not a genuinely made demand, but Derek's got Tate worked up the way he wants him - impatient, grinding on his own gears to try and stay stubborn when all he wants now is to go where his dick's guiding him: to a happy ending. He wants to have Derek make his eyes roll back and in that horny uptick of want, there isn't a thing too far for Tate's craving right now. He digs his nails into the bed and rolls his hips - rather angrily.]
I fucking hate you.