[Tate says - voice an elevated whisper, his heart giving away how thrilling it feels to see Derek's instantaneous reaction. He's bucking up into his hand and he likes that, working Derek's jeans open and slipping his fingers under the band of his boxers. It's a tight fit, both in Derek's pants and in the booth itself - he frees his cock, gripping it in a few solid pumps.
He moves as if to start slipping between Derek's knees, but there - just isn't enough room. He hooks one of his legs over Derek's and ends up elbowing the wall, hunching toward his chest and bracing against it with a hand holding on to his shoulder. The bottles clink between Derek's legs, showing there's no real room down there - and Tate curses under his breath, looking down. Plan failing before his very eyes.]
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[Tate says - voice an elevated whisper, his heart giving away how thrilling it feels to see Derek's instantaneous reaction. He's bucking up into his hand and he likes that, working Derek's jeans open and slipping his fingers under the band of his boxers. It's a tight fit, both in Derek's pants and in the booth itself - he frees his cock, gripping it in a few solid pumps.
He moves as if to start slipping between Derek's knees, but there - just isn't enough room. He hooks one of his legs over Derek's and ends up elbowing the wall, hunching toward his chest and bracing against it with a hand holding on to his shoulder. The bottles clink between Derek's legs, showing there's no real room down there - and Tate curses under his breath, looking down. Plan failing before his very eyes.]
Guess I can't blow you.