[ Oh, boy. Derek's already kind of uncomfortable the second Tate starts to move, but it swells and doubles down once there's actual touching. Tate keeps pushing, and Derek briefly considers sarcastically agreeing, just as a joke - but if Tate's serious about wanting this, then... he might latch onto that joke, he might get excited and hopeful and pushy, he might get hurt when Derek ultimately turns him down. So. ]
Pretty sure.
[ That leaves option two. Derek sets his palm against Tate's forehead and not-so-gently eases him back, pushing him away from his thighs and back onto the sand. Derek draws his legs back up, folding them lazily, sitting straighter. He's doing his best not to smirk, but. He's smirkin'. ]
Remember when you said you weren't into me? Kind of funny, looking back.
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Pretty sure.
[ That leaves option two. Derek sets his palm against Tate's forehead and not-so-gently eases him back, pushing him away from his thighs and back onto the sand. Derek draws his legs back up, folding them lazily, sitting straighter. He's doing his best not to smirk, but. He's smirkin'. ]
Remember when you said you weren't into me? Kind of funny, looking back.