[ Easy enough. Derek's not a dancer, not by any means, so once he huffs out a laugh and slips his thumbs beneath his waistband, he's not planning on giving the best strip tease anyone's ever gotten. He holds eye contact, rolls his hips, grinds down against Tate as he moves, but that's as active as he gets. He drags out the whole process, bringing everything he's wearing from the waist-down down to his knees in long, slow pulls, stopping and starting again when Tate starts to look impatient. He doesn't let Tate touch him, always grabs his hand and pushes it down against the bed when he tries, and before long, Derek's tearing off the last of what he's wearing, straddling Tate's waist again, completely bare.
Next step. He nods towards the toys. ]
For you or for me?
[ Because - well, if Tate were most Doms, he'd assume he was gunning for the latter, but Tate's kind of selfish, sometimes. Wouldn't be surprised if he was just asking Derek to get him off. ]
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Next step. He nods towards the toys. ]
For you or for me?
[ Because - well, if Tate were most Doms, he'd assume he was gunning for the latter, but Tate's kind of selfish, sometimes. Wouldn't be surprised if he was just asking Derek to get him off. ]