[What does he like? Tate eyes Derek with his hand around his cock like he's given pause by the question, acknowledging that there will be what feels like a constant back and forth tug of war with regards to how they want to do something for one another over serving themselves. Tate's got needs he wants to meet, sure, but the way he lays down his loyalty to people is by doing whatever's necessary to secure it. So this isn't about him, to him, but he can see why Derek needs it to be.
Tate's hand moves slickly up and down Derek's cock, feeling it harden in his grip and wishing he could see better in the dark. Nothing's less sexy than shining a light on someone's dick so - he uses a tactile way of appreciating, swiveling his hand side to side as he pulls from the base of his cock to the tip and plunges back down. He shifts closer still, thighs touching Derek's as he shifts around on his knees - deciding how best to do this while sliding his fingers under Derek's balls, massaging them leisurely.]
What do I like in general, or what would I like to do to you?
[There's an amusement in his voice - like he knows he's circumventing the answer, but that's part of the fun. He slows the way he's pumping Derek's cock, trying to focus in the dark - using both hands to get a better estimate of how big his cock has to be. What little blue light he's got to his advantage doesn't give Tate enough to go off of so - shit, he'll be winging this.]
I like making people happy, hearing them moan. So.
[Tate shifts his knees back and in a rather fluid motion, slips to lay between Derek's legs and get comfortable there. Pumps his cock again, base to tip, before tentatively swiping his tongue up along the underside of it - growing bolder with the second lick, lips touching to the tip before parting to take it into the warmth of his mouth. He's not going to be answering many more questions, Derek, just so you're aware.]
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Tate's hand moves slickly up and down Derek's cock, feeling it harden in his grip and wishing he could see better in the dark. Nothing's less sexy than shining a light on someone's dick so - he uses a tactile way of appreciating, swiveling his hand side to side as he pulls from the base of his cock to the tip and plunges back down. He shifts closer still, thighs touching Derek's as he shifts around on his knees - deciding how best to do this while sliding his fingers under Derek's balls, massaging them leisurely.]
What do I like in general, or what would I like to do to you?
[There's an amusement in his voice - like he knows he's circumventing the answer, but that's part of the fun. He slows the way he's pumping Derek's cock, trying to focus in the dark - using both hands to get a better estimate of how big his cock has to be. What little blue light he's got to his advantage doesn't give Tate enough to go off of so - shit, he'll be winging this.]
I like making people happy, hearing them moan. So.
[Tate shifts his knees back and in a rather fluid motion, slips to lay between Derek's legs and get comfortable there. Pumps his cock again, base to tip, before tentatively swiping his tongue up along the underside of it - growing bolder with the second lick, lips touching to the tip before parting to take it into the warmth of his mouth. He's not going to be answering many more questions, Derek, just so you're aware.]