["Pack privacy" is gonna get used a lot, Tate thinks, and maybe not just for events like this. It's an easily abuseable way of keeping Derek sworn to secrecy, not that Tate would do so so directly. Tate quietly goes about loosening Derek's jeans, starting to tug them down his hips and he looks up expectantly when he needs Derek to help in arching his back or moving his hips to help facilitate pulling denim down his thighs. All the while he seems calm, dark eyes watchful and thumbs stroking on stretches of skin.
As soon as Tate gets his fingers in the waistband of Derek's boxers, there's no turning back. He pulls them down hard and fast, letting the force of the movement be telling enough for whether or not he feels like doing this. But then, after that, his eyes drop. For the first time he sees Derek's cock and it makes a definite shift of arousal in Tate, who pinches together his lips and swallows hard.]
I want this.
[His voice is quiet, punctuated by the way he reaches out with his hand to lift Derek's cock - marveling at the meaty girth of it in his palm. He shifts forward on his knees, closer to the v of Derek's groin and spends a moment more or less enchanted with his dick. Tate drags his thumb over the stain of precum, swirling it against the head of his cock and every little gesture he does is - slow, but with purpose.
He slickens his hand with the warm sticky precum and starts jerking Derek off in steady pumps.]
Just tell me if I can do something better for you. Tell me what you like.
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As soon as Tate gets his fingers in the waistband of Derek's boxers, there's no turning back. He pulls them down hard and fast, letting the force of the movement be telling enough for whether or not he feels like doing this. But then, after that, his eyes drop. For the first time he sees Derek's cock and it makes a definite shift of arousal in Tate, who pinches together his lips and swallows hard.]
I want this.
[His voice is quiet, punctuated by the way he reaches out with his hand to lift Derek's cock - marveling at the meaty girth of it in his palm. He shifts forward on his knees, closer to the v of Derek's groin and spends a moment more or less enchanted with his dick. Tate drags his thumb over the stain of precum, swirling it against the head of his cock and every little gesture he does is - slow, but with purpose.
He slickens his hand with the warm sticky precum and starts jerking Derek off in steady pumps.]
Just tell me if I can do something better for you. Tell me what you like.