[Derek reciprocates and Tate is coaxed into relaxing with that in mind, feeling successful in his ways of pulling him toward him and sinking his claws in ever deeper. He keeps the kiss going, ebbing and flowing from more heated locking of lips to soft, subtle kisses and drags of his lips over Derek's as he shifts his weight back and follows the guide toward the couch. His heel hits up against the furniture before he settles back farther, crumpling down easy against the too-soft cushions while looking up at Derek as he strips off a shirt that's still damp from the shower he just had.
Tate hikes up one leg, spreading both wider apart with one hanging over the edge of the sofa and it's as much an act of seduction as it is submission - both being things he knows Derek reacts positively to. There's a certain art to the showing of the belly, the complete animalistic trust then put on display. He stretches up one hand toward Derek's pants, hooking in his fingers to the waistband and tugging.]
Come here.
[He repeats again, breathy and demanding in the way he tugs again - wanting Derek's weight to settle over him and prying at him until he can get him to topple down just the way he wants. Tate slopes back against the cushions and breathes in deep, his heart a steady hum inside his chest. Serene. Aroused, yes, but pleased and unafraid. He wants to have this moment and draw it out as long as it can last.]
[ Tate's being demanding, which is as exciting for Derek as the open show of submission. He's all-- eager, for Derek, tugging him forward by the belt and making Derek laugh and rock forward without completely losing his balance. The second time Tate pulls him forward, Derek lets himself fall, dropping down onto Tate, straddling his leg and touching his side. Nose to nose, he takes another kiss, faster than the last, again and again, grinning between each break.
He grinds into Tate, rolling his hips forward as they make out, fucking into Tate's thigh through his clothes. For the first time in a while, Derek doesn't know what to do with his hands, too overwhelmed by choice - he reaches back and hooks his thumb beneath his belt, tugging his pants down a few inches, but he gets distracted when his fingers roam down Tate's chest or neck or curl around his dick. ]
Must've really missed me.
[ There's a cockiness in Derek's voice, misguided though it might be. He thinks Tate's eagerness can be explained away by impatience, if nothing else - he'd messaged Derek when he was horny, got distracted, and now they're back to this and Tate just wants to come. He doesn't even make the connection between his behaviour and the message Derek sent him. ]
[Derek settles over him and Tate's pleased with that, using his own hands to push Derek's pants down farther. Slipping his fingers beneath the fabric to feel the curve of his hips and ass, he moves said fabric lower after loosening the belt and fastenings - grinning at the way Derek ruts against him. He likes the feeling of holding the reins, feeling Derek simmer with lust just because of him. That's want, that's need, and that's what Tate so desperately wants of Derek in turn.
'Must've really missed me', he says, and Tate snorts gently between kisses - playing it off or just simply amused by the ego. He pushes Derek's pants as far down his thighs as he can get them before hooking one of his arms back around Derek's neck, hauling him in so he can bite at his lower lip and then work his way down his neck. He still has a sweet smell from the shower, noticed as he noses against his neck and lifts his hips to better position himself beneath Derek with legs still widely splayed.]
Definitely missed part of you.
[One hand then between them, the way he gropes at Derek's cock underlines the point.]
[ Before Duplicity, sex had never been a shortcut to better things, for Derek. The emotional vulnerability, his own negative experiences, the fear of being disappointing - in a lot of ways, sex was a difficult minefield for him to navigate. Here, though, and with Tate especially, it's an easy way to skip past any tension brewing between them, unknowingly or otherwise. Tate's making him want him. It's so much easier to want than it is to do anything else, and for these twenty minutes, this hour, this night, however long they spend together - Derek can let himself be irresponsible, for once in his life. He can take that shortcut towards feeling better. ]
Subtle.
[ Once Tate touches him, the urge to push beyond all the making out and just fuck starts rising through Derek. He gives Tate a second to feel him, to really take in just how hard he's made him already, but then he's peeling back, tearing off the rest of his clothes and getting buck naked, the slightly undignified hop as he tears off his last pant leg probably enough to expose how eager he is. He jumps back on the couch again a little too quickly, fast and heavy as he leans over Tate again and practically mauls his neck, scraping his teeth against his throat between each kiss. He reaches down, finds Tate's wrist, and guides his hand towards his cock. ]
[Tate's breath escapes him in a little huff when Derek's teeth graze his neck and he feels the edges of them lift light welts that melt away just as quickly as they came. This is one of those times they tangle together with such vivid connection that it really makes Tate feel alive, makes him feel like he isn't stuck in a constant state of yearning anymore - he's achieving something, he's having something. Someone. Derek's willing and wanting and Tate ties into that, his fingers curling clumsily around Derek's cock and stroking him once before pressing his head to his cheeks.
It's not exactly dignified, the way he wriggles on the couch to try and better offer up an angle of himself, but he's teasing Derek against his hole all the same - smearing the generous pre but only applying the lightest of pressure. He wants Derek to push harder, but it's not until he's doing this that Tate realizes he's so caught up in the moment that he's just working on instinct. Jumping right to it.]
Don't make me beg. I just - I just want to feel you, okay? I want us to fuck our brains out.
[ He's always liked having that kind of power over people. Always liked being the reason why someone would writhe and cry out and come for him. If Tate hadn't brought up begging, Derek would have fucked into Tate the second Tate guided him to his hole, but now Derek wants to tease and provoke and earn some of that frustration he likes so much. Tate wants him pretty bad right now, more than he has in a while, and Derek selfishly wants to stoke that fire a little. Make him want him even more.
He's never begged Tate, really. Never needed to. A part of him wonders how Tate will react, being on the other side of things. Derek slowly, slowly grinds his cock against Tate's hole without breaching him, gliding along the outer rim and up his taint, teasing and being the tiniest bit cruel by not just giving Tate what he wants. He leans forward, drops his weight against him, and he drops his lips to Tate's ear, whispering softly, making his voice as quietly desperate as he can while he just - pleads. ]
Please, Tate. Please. I need to fuck you, I - I fucking need it. I need you.
[ Nobody else, he whispers. Derek bucks his hips forward, grinding against Tate even harder, pretending to be impatient, pretending like Tate has power. Every word, every syllable, shakes with barely contained lust and a neediness so unlike him. He kisses the corner of Tate's jaw, right beneath his ear, and he grips his waist until he leaves marks with his fingers. ]
[Derek turns things on their head when he starts mewling soft words like that into the shell of his ear, and Tate reacts vividly with a sharp inhale and a hard writhe beneath his body. It doesn't help that Derek's cock is rutting against him - just ever so shy of entering him the way he wants. The way he's this close to begging for, just like Derek wants. 'You look good like that,' he says. Tate laughs lightly, breathy against Derek's neck as he kisses it and rolls his hips upward.]
I want you to - I want you to fuck me, just like you need to. As hard as you need to.
[He's breathing shallow between every few words, hand combing through Derek's hair as their bodies slink against one another. He feels a sheen of sweat already rising over his face, in the crook of his arm. His heel slips against the sofa cushion and he hikes one leg up and around Derek's back, using it to pull him in against him.]
[ As hard as you need to, Tate says, making Derek laugh softly under his breath. He can see what Tate's really asking for, the same way he always does when Tate says things like that - he's never been okay with Derek holding back, he's always wanted to be torn apart and fucked in a way Derek never gives him. Always wanted to push Derek to the edge of his self-control in the hopes that he'll embrace the brutal, animal parts of his nature and fuck Tate until he breaks. ]
Hmm.
[ He noses Tate's jawline, encouraging him to tilt his head to the side so he can kiss and bite the side of his throat more frantically. He's not shooting Tate down, but he's still just grinding against him, throwing his weight into each dry thrust as he teases Tate more and more. He drags the wait out, makes Tate think this is all they're going to have today, foreplay and kissing and sharp pinpricks of teeth against his throat - but even Derek's patience has its limits.
Derek drops his hand to his cock, curling his fingers beneath the head as he rolls his hips forward. He guides himself into Tate, that first penetration still as tight and as difficult to breach as it always has been - Derek bites down on his teeth as a line of sweat runs down his temple, and with one hard thrust forward, he fucks the first inch of his dick into Tate. Derek just grunts, exhaling hard through his nose as he adjusts to the vice-like heat, his hand gripping Tate's shoulder tight for balance. ]
[Derek finally fucks into him and like always, there's this - jolt that runs through Tate at being pried apart. They don't often work hard at foreplay and when they fuck it's usually a snap decision over anything he's got time or effort to put into prepping for. But it only hurts to start, then he gets acclimated and pulls through with gritted teeth. Derek's not even into him halfway, he can tell, but all the same it sends color across his face and makes him rock upward trying to feel more of him.
His heart is hammering in his chest and staring up at Derek like this, wide eyed and purposely vulnerable, there's a bolstered sense of connection. Tate chases that feeling by prying Derek down against him with his hands, hands that slide over his sides and ribs, that curl around his back and hold him to him by the nape of his neck. Tate encourages the rocking of their hips, wanting Derek to feed more of himself into him and continues every little attempt to start a rhythm. He's breathless himself by the end of only a handful of seconds.]
I want to do this all night... just - just us, just this. Okay?
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Tate hikes up one leg, spreading both wider apart with one hanging over the edge of the sofa and it's as much an act of seduction as it is submission - both being things he knows Derek reacts positively to. There's a certain art to the showing of the belly, the complete animalistic trust then put on display. He stretches up one hand toward Derek's pants, hooking in his fingers to the waistband and tugging.]
Come here.
[He repeats again, breathy and demanding in the way he tugs again - wanting Derek's weight to settle over him and prying at him until he can get him to topple down just the way he wants. Tate slopes back against the cushions and breathes in deep, his heart a steady hum inside his chest. Serene. Aroused, yes, but pleased and unafraid. He wants to have this moment and draw it out as long as it can last.]
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He grinds into Tate, rolling his hips forward as they make out, fucking into Tate's thigh through his clothes. For the first time in a while, Derek doesn't know what to do with his hands, too overwhelmed by choice - he reaches back and hooks his thumb beneath his belt, tugging his pants down a few inches, but he gets distracted when his fingers roam down Tate's chest or neck or curl around his dick. ]
Must've really missed me.
[ There's a cockiness in Derek's voice, misguided though it might be. He thinks Tate's eagerness can be explained away by impatience, if nothing else - he'd messaged Derek when he was horny, got distracted, and now they're back to this and Tate just wants to come. He doesn't even make the connection between his behaviour and the message Derek sent him. ]
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'Must've really missed me', he says, and Tate snorts gently between kisses - playing it off or just simply amused by the ego. He pushes Derek's pants as far down his thighs as he can get them before hooking one of his arms back around Derek's neck, hauling him in so he can bite at his lower lip and then work his way down his neck. He still has a sweet smell from the shower, noticed as he noses against his neck and lifts his hips to better position himself beneath Derek with legs still widely splayed.]
Definitely missed part of you.
[One hand then between them, the way he gropes at Derek's cock underlines the point.]
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Subtle.
[ Once Tate touches him, the urge to push beyond all the making out and just fuck starts rising through Derek. He gives Tate a second to feel him, to really take in just how hard he's made him already, but then he's peeling back, tearing off the rest of his clothes and getting buck naked, the slightly undignified hop as he tears off his last pant leg probably enough to expose how eager he is. He jumps back on the couch again a little too quickly, fast and heavy as he leans over Tate again and practically mauls his neck, scraping his teeth against his throat between each kiss. He reaches down, finds Tate's wrist, and guides his hand towards his cock. ]
Prove it. Show me.
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It's not exactly dignified, the way he wriggles on the couch to try and better offer up an angle of himself, but he's teasing Derek against his hole all the same - smearing the generous pre but only applying the lightest of pressure. He wants Derek to push harder, but it's not until he's doing this that Tate realizes he's so caught up in the moment that he's just working on instinct. Jumping right to it.]
Don't make me beg. I just - I just want to feel you, okay? I want us to fuck our brains out.
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[ He's always liked having that kind of power over people. Always liked being the reason why someone would writhe and cry out and come for him. If Tate hadn't brought up begging, Derek would have fucked into Tate the second Tate guided him to his hole, but now Derek wants to tease and provoke and earn some of that frustration he likes so much. Tate wants him pretty bad right now, more than he has in a while, and Derek selfishly wants to stoke that fire a little. Make him want him even more.
He's never begged Tate, really. Never needed to. A part of him wonders how Tate will react, being on the other side of things. Derek slowly, slowly grinds his cock against Tate's hole without breaching him, gliding along the outer rim and up his taint, teasing and being the tiniest bit cruel by not just giving Tate what he wants. He leans forward, drops his weight against him, and he drops his lips to Tate's ear, whispering softly, making his voice as quietly desperate as he can while he just - pleads. ]
Please, Tate. Please. I need to fuck you, I - I fucking need it. I need you.
[ Nobody else, he whispers. Derek bucks his hips forward, grinding against Tate even harder, pretending to be impatient, pretending like Tate has power. Every word, every syllable, shakes with barely contained lust and a neediness so unlike him. He kisses the corner of Tate's jaw, right beneath his ear, and he grips his waist until he leaves marks with his fingers. ]
Please? Please.
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I want you to - I want you to fuck me, just like you need to. As hard as you need to.
[He's breathing shallow between every few words, hand combing through Derek's hair as their bodies slink against one another. He feels a sheen of sweat already rising over his face, in the crook of his arm. His heel slips against the sofa cushion and he hikes one leg up and around Derek's back, using it to pull him in against him.]
Please. Just like you want to.
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Hmm.
[ He noses Tate's jawline, encouraging him to tilt his head to the side so he can kiss and bite the side of his throat more frantically. He's not shooting Tate down, but he's still just grinding against him, throwing his weight into each dry thrust as he teases Tate more and more. He drags the wait out, makes Tate think this is all they're going to have today, foreplay and kissing and sharp pinpricks of teeth against his throat - but even Derek's patience has its limits.
Derek drops his hand to his cock, curling his fingers beneath the head as he rolls his hips forward. He guides himself into Tate, that first penetration still as tight and as difficult to breach as it always has been - Derek bites down on his teeth as a line of sweat runs down his temple, and with one hard thrust forward, he fucks the first inch of his dick into Tate. Derek just grunts, exhaling hard through his nose as he adjusts to the vice-like heat, his hand gripping Tate's shoulder tight for balance. ]
F-Fuck.
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His heart is hammering in his chest and staring up at Derek like this, wide eyed and purposely vulnerable, there's a bolstered sense of connection. Tate chases that feeling by prying Derek down against him with his hands, hands that slide over his sides and ribs, that curl around his back and hold him to him by the nape of his neck. Tate encourages the rocking of their hips, wanting Derek to feed more of himself into him and continues every little attempt to start a rhythm. He's breathless himself by the end of only a handful of seconds.]
I want to do this all night... just - just us, just this. Okay?