Listen, this isn't me enjoying your citations. This is separate shit - this is me getting to do to you what I've wanted since you paraded me around a grocery story even though my knees were weak.

[It'd been a very short outing, to say the least - but it did what it did to instill Tate with its thrill of exhibitionism before his pleas finally got him off in the back of Derek's car at the time. He sees there being two distinct things colliding for him beautifully, and he steps forward while similarly stripping down just to get the fabric out of the way. In just his boxers, he'll drop down to the edge of the mattress on his knees and crawl forward onto all fours - advancing on Derek but planting his hand on the toy next to him.]

Finish stripping. Please.