[But Tate's not exactly so sure - they have to try, right? He grabs for his phone with slippery fingers, starting the timer after a little trial end error and leaves the phone up by the pillows so it can do the hard job of keeping track while Tate straightens up onto his knees and surveys Derek. His hand pulls away from his cock, and he just... watches. Watches him squirm and flex, half a smile frozen on his lips. No wonder Derek liked being in this position, watching and in control.
He picks up the remote, stroking his thumb over the dial but not yet turning it on. There's just a moment of pause, but then Tate's crawling back up off the bed and onto his feet - heading back to that trunk to absently look through it. Letting Derek sit, waiting and fighting his own instincts.]
Three hours is easy. Ish.
[He turns the dial on to low. Smirks to himself as he bends down nonchalantly, looking through the trunk for something.]
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[But Tate's not exactly so sure - they have to try, right? He grabs for his phone with slippery fingers, starting the timer after a little trial end error and leaves the phone up by the pillows so it can do the hard job of keeping track while Tate straightens up onto his knees and surveys Derek. His hand pulls away from his cock, and he just... watches. Watches him squirm and flex, half a smile frozen on his lips. No wonder Derek liked being in this position, watching and in control.
He picks up the remote, stroking his thumb over the dial but not yet turning it on. There's just a moment of pause, but then Tate's crawling back up off the bed and onto his feet - heading back to that trunk to absently look through it. Letting Derek sit, waiting and fighting his own instincts.]
Three hours is easy. Ish.
[He turns the dial on to low. Smirks to himself as he bends down nonchalantly, looking through the trunk for something.]