[Tate knows that he can't devote himself wholeheartedly to Derek here, not easily. This place puts his vices in front of him and Tate's weak enough to always break, and too many times now he's been caught doing so. So he has to be careful with what he says and promises, to keep Derek on the line for him. He stares up at him, aware and yet not aware of just how smoothly he's also disrobed - it was like second nature, and Tate blinks back to awareness of it. He doesn't glance down, but his hand lifts to cup Derek's cock between them and strokes it gently. His way of ensuring he's got this - well, in hand.]
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You deal better than I do.
[Almost annoyed, but not quite.]
I feel... shitty. I don't want to feel shitty.