[Tate's immediate response is an embarrassed one, mostly because he wasn't actually going to touch himself the way it veeeery obviously looks like he was. His heart hitches predictably and there's heat in his face, his hand still tucked down his waistband with his fingers resting against his stomach. He sighs, like he's annoyed (at getting caught,) before relaxing away from that shameful twinge and then actually wrapping his fingers around his dick. Not exactly hard. Not exactly that horny. But.]
Just - keep your eyes on the road. And your ears outta my chest.
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[Tate's immediate response is an embarrassed one, mostly because he wasn't actually going to touch himself the way it veeeery obviously looks like he was. His heart hitches predictably and there's heat in his face, his hand still tucked down his waistband with his fingers resting against his stomach. He sighs, like he's annoyed (at getting caught,) before relaxing away from that shameful twinge and then actually wrapping his fingers around his dick. Not exactly hard. Not exactly that horny. But.]
Just - keep your eyes on the road. And your ears outta my chest.