[ 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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[ 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?