[ Even now, Tate finds it in him to be bossy. Derek laughs, unamused, just to cover the thrill that still bolts through him every time he hears his heart pick back up again. Derek aligns himself with Tate, moving as slowly as he can, just to be a tease, and when he presses Tate's legs together and gently glides the pre-slick head of his cock between the soft, new feeling of his thighs pressed together, it's...
Shit, it's actually pretty good. This doesn't have the burning heat of legitimate, penetrative sex, but there's a silk-smooth warmth that makes Derek a little more speechless with each experimental push forward. He holds Tate's knees tighter and rolls his hips forward faster now, coating Tate's legs with pre the more he fucks him. Derek... shit, Derek wishes he'd tried this sooner. ]
Fuck. Fuck, okay, I...
[ Shit. Derek drops his weight forward, leaning more heavily on Tate for support. He angles his hips so that every time he fucks between his thighs, he brushes against Tate's cock beneath his boxers, and he can't quite lower his head enough to touch foreheads with Tate, but - he wants to. He leans in as much as he comfortably can, holding eye contact, swallowing drily. ]
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Shit, it's actually pretty good. This doesn't have the burning heat of legitimate, penetrative sex, but there's a silk-smooth warmth that makes Derek a little more speechless with each experimental push forward. He holds Tate's knees tighter and rolls his hips forward faster now, coating Tate's legs with pre the more he fucks him. Derek... shit, Derek wishes he'd tried this sooner. ]
Fuck. Fuck, okay, I...
[ Shit. Derek drops his weight forward, leaning more heavily on Tate for support. He angles his hips so that every time he fucks between his thighs, he brushes against Tate's cock beneath his boxers, and he can't quite lower his head enough to touch foreheads with Tate, but - he wants to. He leans in as much as he comfortably can, holding eye contact, swallowing drily. ]
C'mere.
[ Sit up a little. Derek's asking for a kiss. ]