[ Before Duplicity, sex had never been a shortcut to better things, for Derek. The emotional vulnerability, his own negative experiences, the fear of being disappointing - in a lot of ways, sex was a difficult minefield for him to navigate. Here, though, and with Tate especially, it's an easy way to skip past any tension brewing between them, unknowingly or otherwise. Tate's making him want him. It's so much easier to want than it is to do anything else, and for these twenty minutes, this hour, this night, however long they spend together - Derek can let himself be irresponsible, for once in his life. He can take that shortcut towards feeling better. ]
Subtle.
[ Once Tate touches him, the urge to push beyond all the making out and just fuck starts rising through Derek. He gives Tate a second to feel him, to really take in just how hard he's made him already, but then he's peeling back, tearing off the rest of his clothes and getting buck naked, the slightly undignified hop as he tears off his last pant leg probably enough to expose how eager he is. He jumps back on the couch again a little too quickly, fast and heavy as he leans over Tate again and practically mauls his neck, scraping his teeth against his throat between each kiss. He reaches down, finds Tate's wrist, and guides his hand towards his cock. ]
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Subtle.
[ Once Tate touches him, the urge to push beyond all the making out and just fuck starts rising through Derek. He gives Tate a second to feel him, to really take in just how hard he's made him already, but then he's peeling back, tearing off the rest of his clothes and getting buck naked, the slightly undignified hop as he tears off his last pant leg probably enough to expose how eager he is. He jumps back on the couch again a little too quickly, fast and heavy as he leans over Tate again and practically mauls his neck, scraping his teeth against his throat between each kiss. He reaches down, finds Tate's wrist, and guides his hand towards his cock. ]
Prove it. Show me.