[ Thigh-fucking. Of all the suggestions Tate could have made, that one's pretty surprising - partially because it's new for them, primarily because it's not something he would have assumed Tate was familiar with. Derek arches an eyebrow, looking briefly down Tate's body, like he's trying to figure out if this is something he's... done before. Interesting.
He doesn't vocalize his answer, but he rarely ever does. Derek leaves Tate in the state he is now, shirtless but still only partially undressed, going still when he mercifully starts to touch him. He lets Tate draw him out, exposing his dick to the air with a relaxed, content sigh, grateful for the lack of pressure pressing against his cock - and then shifts up on his knees to get closer. He hooks his elbows under Tate's knees, dragging him down towards him a few inches. He positions himself above Tate, rolling his hips forward for a second to grind his cock against Tate's through the thin barrier of cotton between them. ]
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He doesn't vocalize his answer, but he rarely ever does. Derek leaves Tate in the state he is now, shirtless but still only partially undressed, going still when he mercifully starts to touch him. He lets Tate draw him out, exposing his dick to the air with a relaxed, content sigh, grateful for the lack of pressure pressing against his cock - and then shifts up on his knees to get closer. He hooks his elbows under Tate's knees, dragging him down towards him a few inches. He positions himself above Tate, rolling his hips forward for a second to grind his cock against Tate's through the thin barrier of cotton between them. ]
Lay back.