[ Judging by the long, low whistle from one of the men watching this all play out, their bystanders agree. Tate says it's good and there's the shuffling of feet as people move to get a better look, and Derek hesitates, just for a second, before he dives back down onto Tate's dick, swallowing him deep again. They're supposed to be doing this fast, and Derek - Derek wanted to ease Tate for a second there, wanted to tell him that they need to get Tate into the habit of saying sir. Thank you, sir, that feels good, sir - really play up this whole dom/sub thing, for once.
But they need to get this done. Derek swallows when he feels the head of Tate's cock pressing up against the very, very back of his throat, every suck and every quiet, purposeful hum sending vibrations through Tate. He spreads his fingers out beneath Tate's stomach and firmly pushes him back down against the bench, keeping him from fucking into his mouth like he might want to. Derek promised he'd take care of him, so - he's in charge.
He finds a rhythm, sucking and bobbing with circular twists of his head, taking Tate deep and then sliding back up. He's-- focused, getting faster now, breaking eye contact when he ends up losing himself in the moment, closing his eyes just to taste Tate and enjoy every part of this. The repair shop smells like the mechanic's in the Up, all motor oil and grease, but Derek kind of - likes that. It makes this feel familiar. Easier. ]
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But they need to get this done. Derek swallows when he feels the head of Tate's cock pressing up against the very, very back of his throat, every suck and every quiet, purposeful hum sending vibrations through Tate. He spreads his fingers out beneath Tate's stomach and firmly pushes him back down against the bench, keeping him from fucking into his mouth like he might want to. Derek promised he'd take care of him, so - he's in charge.
He finds a rhythm, sucking and bobbing with circular twists of his head, taking Tate deep and then sliding back up. He's-- focused, getting faster now, breaking eye contact when he ends up losing himself in the moment, closing his eyes just to taste Tate and enjoy every part of this. The repair shop smells like the mechanic's in the Up, all motor oil and grease, but Derek kind of - likes that. It makes this feel familiar. Easier. ]