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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[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.