[Tate lets out a soft groan at the pressure on his throat, his cock throbbing from the slightest little touch. It doesn't take more than that little pull of his shirt collar to have him lurching forward, running his tongue over his lip and tasting the bitterness of alcohol as he gets pulled harder yet. He grimaces if only because his pants are suddenly too constrictive, his hand brushing over the bulge behind the denim before he's heading into the bedroom.
It's still not a room he thinks he has a lot of governance over, but bit by bit it feels like he's claiming it the way he wants to. It's taken so long to get there - but Tate, in this moment, is so genuinely happy. He's excited, horny - and stumbling toward the bed while lifting his arms to pull off his shirt overhead. He drops it to the floor and then crawls forward on his knees toward the center of it, looking back over his shoulder at Derek to await his next instruction as well as gauge his interest in his positioning.]
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It's still not a room he thinks he has a lot of governance over, but bit by bit it feels like he's claiming it the way he wants to. It's taken so long to get there - but Tate, in this moment, is so genuinely happy. He's excited, horny - and stumbling toward the bed while lifting his arms to pull off his shirt overhead. He drops it to the floor and then crawls forward on his knees toward the center of it, looking back over his shoulder at Derek to await his next instruction as well as gauge his interest in his positioning.]