[Tate wasn't hard before but all it really takes is the tensing of his legs together, thighs pushed to meet by Derek's calloused hands to make him start to ache inside his boxers. His lips part in a wordless motion and when Derek's cock grazes against his skin, wetting it with pre, he breathes in slow and deep. He fills his lungs with air and holds it there, heart beating at his ribs like a mallet as his toes curl and he bends to Derek's will.
It's an interesting feeling - this side of it. He's not sure he loves or even likes it as much as he thought he might, but it's good enough once Derek grinds into him enough to graze his cock. He digs the heel of his palm into the sand for a hold that doesn't really take, and leans forward when prompted to try and press their lips together needily. He wants to taste Derek - to feel connected.]
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It's an interesting feeling - this side of it. He's not sure he loves or even likes it as much as he thought he might, but it's good enough once Derek grinds into him enough to graze his cock. He digs the heel of his palm into the sand for a hold that doesn't really take, and leans forward when prompted to try and press their lips together needily. He wants to taste Derek - to feel connected.]
It's good, right?