[Tate lets out a soft little grunt when Derek gets his hands in his pants, stroking him over and making him let out a held in breath. His stomach tenses and relaxes, like it always does at first touch, and he stares into Derek's eyes because he feels like he's being drawn into them. It's so much easier to focus with tunnel vision like this - ignoring the world around them, pretending another drape blots out the world. Just like the photo booth.
Dick out, Tate gently nudges his jeans a little lower - keeping the zipper off of himself and adjusting to the fact he's out in the open. It's been almost a year since he was on his knees sucking Kavinsky off in the middle of a club so - he should be used the exhibitionism thing? Derek's the one on his knees this time, and if he didn't somehow still exude control, maybe that'd be a bad thing. But he looks every bit the part of a dom just trying to coax his sub through a hoop.]
You can suck my dick more often then.
[Same crisp type of humor but Tate's voice warbles ever so slightly, and his hand lifts to support himself on Derek's shoulder. The other still at his side - he's not sure if that makes him feel more or less comfortable, but he leaves it there for the time being with his fingertips digging into the fabric. He just keeps staring into his eyes.]
Jeez.
[He's hard from a few simple touches and some eye contact - he'd be embarrassed if this wasn't par for the norm with them.]
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Dick out, Tate gently nudges his jeans a little lower - keeping the zipper off of himself and adjusting to the fact he's out in the open. It's been almost a year since he was on his knees sucking Kavinsky off in the middle of a club so - he should be used the exhibitionism thing? Derek's the one on his knees this time, and if he didn't somehow still exude control, maybe that'd be a bad thing. But he looks every bit the part of a dom just trying to coax his sub through a hoop.]
You can suck my dick more often then.
[Same crisp type of humor but Tate's voice warbles ever so slightly, and his hand lifts to support himself on Derek's shoulder. The other still at his side - he's not sure if that makes him feel more or less comfortable, but he leaves it there for the time being with his fingertips digging into the fabric. He just keeps staring into his eyes.]
Jeez.
[He's hard from a few simple touches and some eye contact - he'd be embarrassed if this wasn't par for the norm with them.]