[Tate answers, before any silence hangs between them. Derek's hand is lightly resting on his leg and he likes that - it's an innocent and intimate touch rolled into one, something that stirs his cock a little but doesn't get him fully hard. He could, by now, though. But he's just not sure he wants to be so overwhelmed - he blinks up at Derek and nods, before pushing up his shirt to get it off overhead and lay his shoulders back bare against the sand.
His dark eyes droop down to Derek's waist, where he's been straining ever since they left the repair shop. Tate'd spared him a few looks on the way here, but now he brings up his hand again to cup Derek through his pants and jerk him off just gently through the fabric - scratching his nails over denim while adjusting the spread of his knees.]
What do you want to do to me? I can blow you, or... you can come between my thighs if you want. I don't care.
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[Tate answers, before any silence hangs between them. Derek's hand is lightly resting on his leg and he likes that - it's an innocent and intimate touch rolled into one, something that stirs his cock a little but doesn't get him fully hard. He could, by now, though. But he's just not sure he wants to be so overwhelmed - he blinks up at Derek and nods, before pushing up his shirt to get it off overhead and lay his shoulders back bare against the sand.
His dark eyes droop down to Derek's waist, where he's been straining ever since they left the repair shop. Tate'd spared him a few looks on the way here, but now he brings up his hand again to cup Derek through his pants and jerk him off just gently through the fabric - scratching his nails over denim while adjusting the spread of his knees.]
What do you want to do to me? I can blow you, or... you can come between my thighs if you want. I don't care.