[ It's kind of alarming, to Derek, that as he leaves Tate on the bed and rummages through his wardrobe for rope, he realizes that he doesn't remember when he bought so much rope in the first place. He has some vague memories of the initially innocuous reasoning behind purchasing it all - this was supposed to be for training, this was supposed to be for his pack - but he's been here for years, now. He would never have supplies like this so easily on hand at home.
Derek watches Tate strip, mildly amused. He doesn't tell him to stop - quite the opposite, in fact, as once Tate's pulled his shirt off over his head, Derek's arching an eyebrow and gesturing at the rest of his clothes with a quick, brief nod. He wants Tate to get bare on his own, and as he wraps the long thread of rope around his hands, stretching it tight in his grip, he drifts towards the side of the bed to watch, silently. ]
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Derek watches Tate strip, mildly amused. He doesn't tell him to stop - quite the opposite, in fact, as once Tate's pulled his shirt off over his head, Derek's arching an eyebrow and gesturing at the rest of his clothes with a quick, brief nod. He wants Tate to get bare on his own, and as he wraps the long thread of rope around his hands, stretching it tight in his grip, he drifts towards the side of the bed to watch, silently. ]
On your back when you're done.