[Derek returns the kiss and Tate knows that things are - set, for now. Like he's baited him in and the snare's around his neck, he has time yet to manipulate him the rest of the way before he pulls the rope taut. He kisses fervently, inviting Derek toward him only to find himself ordered to turn around - which is interesting. Derek usually prefers the face to face, that connection. But maybe what they both need right now is a little detachment.
Tate does as instructed, swallowing hard at the feeling of putting his back to Derek - and he puts one hand against the wet tiles in front of him. The room's rather humid now and he slicks back his hair with the other hand before letting it join the first, set out in front of him. He braces, but then looks back over his shoulder. His heart's picked up with anticipation.]
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Tate does as instructed, swallowing hard at the feeling of putting his back to Derek - and he puts one hand against the wet tiles in front of him. The room's rather humid now and he slicks back his hair with the other hand before letting it join the first, set out in front of him. He braces, but then looks back over his shoulder. His heart's picked up with anticipation.]