[ 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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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.