[Tate's been waiting with a twist in his gut, anticipation roaring for Derek to do this very thing but the second it clicks into gear? Tate jolts, core tensing and his head lolling back against the bed up in the loft. Mattress resting on the floor and a warm breeze blowing through the tree house, his clothes are scattered around him and not a soul's around to hear the soft whimper made while he adjusts to the toy. Not the first time he's felt it, but even still.]
sh it if i had i wouldnt have had a nice vid to send u now would i
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sh it
if i had
i wouldnt have had a nice vid to send u
now would i