[ So pushy. Derek's not mad - he's still smiling, so he's obviously not mad - but he's big and he's tough, so he can't just roll into bed when he's asked. Still, he goes, letting Tate's hand on his bicep reel him in. He won't lay entirely on the sleeping bag, because he wants Tate to have most of it, but he'll lay close enough for Tate to leech his body heat if he needs it.
Favorite food. Favorite food, okay. ]
Meat.
[ Which sounds - maybe obvious, actually, saying it out loud, but. Meat. Derek's turn. ]
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[ So pushy. Derek's not mad - he's still smiling, so he's obviously not mad - but he's big and he's tough, so he can't just roll into bed when he's asked. Still, he goes, letting Tate's hand on his bicep reel him in. He won't lay entirely on the sleeping bag, because he wants Tate to have most of it, but he'll lay close enough for Tate to leech his body heat if he needs it.
Favorite food. Favorite food, okay. ]
Meat.
[ Which sounds - maybe obvious, actually, saying it out loud, but. Meat. Derek's turn. ]
Why are you in such a good mood tonight?