[Derek is disgustingly predictable with how he's affected by the suggestion of doggy style, manhandling him into a position that Tate allows himself to be molded into. His knees still feel a bit sore but he doesn't care, digging them into the mattress and feeling Derek direct his thighs to part and then quickly after starting to stroke him. Tate's not as hard as Derek, but he's still recovering from blowing his last load and unlike a certain someone, he'll need a moment.
Not to say that those moments need to be wasted on empty, boring waits - so when Derek's tongue laps up against him, Tate's whole back arches. He has his own indecisive moment of stuttering between choices, rolling his hips first toward Derek's hand and then ultimately pressing back against his mouth to better feel the wet slip of his tongue. His body shivers, goosebumps sliding down his arms and his toes curling against the bed as he crosses his arms and rests his face against them, uncomfortable but in the best of ways.]
I'm not scared of the big bad wolf.
[But he is shuddering again, letting out a particularly lewd noise. 'Fuck-']
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Not to say that those moments need to be wasted on empty, boring waits - so when Derek's tongue laps up against him, Tate's whole back arches. He has his own indecisive moment of stuttering between choices, rolling his hips first toward Derek's hand and then ultimately pressing back against his mouth to better feel the wet slip of his tongue. His body shivers, goosebumps sliding down his arms and his toes curling against the bed as he crosses his arms and rests his face against them, uncomfortable but in the best of ways.]
I'm not scared of the big bad wolf.
[But he is shuddering again, letting out a particularly lewd noise. 'Fuck-']
Bet you want a break.