[Something about showers and sex should be more clumsy, but it works for them right now. Derek's weight leans against him from behind and they kiss, with Tate straining his neck to offer his open mouth between sucked in breaths and the gentle slide of one of his hands against the tile. He braces again as Derek moves, expecting them to get right to it - but when Derek sinks to his knees, Tate glances back over his shoulder again quickly as if surprised.
That first swipe of his tongue up against his hole makes Tate's lips part in a silent 'o', head turning to face forward again as he breathes in deep and sudden. He ends up pressing his forehead to the tiles which aren't even a cool relief, letting the water run in rivulets down his back as he shudders with the way Derek's eating him out. Pushing back against it with a backwards nudge of his hips, he groans lightly.]
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That first swipe of his tongue up against his hole makes Tate's lips part in a silent 'o', head turning to face forward again as he breathes in deep and sudden. He ends up pressing his forehead to the tiles which aren't even a cool relief, letting the water run in rivulets down his back as he shudders with the way Derek's eating him out. Pushing back against it with a backwards nudge of his hips, he groans lightly.]
Sh-Shit, Derek. That's - that's...
[It's good. Real good.]