[ Again, it's better rather than worse, seeing Tate have some amount of fun with this. He bounces the bed and Derek winces like it's no different to a loud noise and a headache, but looking mildly annoyed and unwilling to do something doesn't mean much, for Derek, who would look like this even if someone offered him a ticket straight home, all expenses paid. He narrows his eyes when Tate gestures to the toy and pointedly looks away when he's told to strip, sighing short and sharp through his nose. ]
This is gonna go a lot easier if you don't give orders.
[ But - he does as he's told. The jacket comes off first, then the shirt, same as always. There's no magic in this and very little anxiety - exposing himself is the easy part, these days. He hooks his thumbs under his waistband and steadily starts to pull down, but stops halfway down his thighs, looking at Tate with growing suspicion. ]
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This is gonna go a lot easier if you don't give orders.
[ But - he does as he's told. The jacket comes off first, then the shirt, same as always. There's no magic in this and very little anxiety - exposing himself is the easy part, these days. He hooks his thumbs under his waistband and steadily starts to pull down, but stops halfway down his thighs, looking at Tate with growing suspicion. ]
You're not supposed to enjoy this so much.