[Tate could ask to clarify what Derek means - if they're talking physical or metaphorical right now but he gets the idea without needing to. It's a bit of both, with how secure it feels to lay in his arms and how Tate grunts, softly, to the feel of teeth against his neck. He reaches back with his hand, lazily touching Derek's cheek and guiding his fingers back to touch his hair. It's surprisingly affectionate - but he just wants to coax out more of that warmth.
With a short yawn, Tate lets his eyes close half-mast before adjusting his weight to lean back against Derek and stay nestled to his chest. He lets his arm slip down to rest again over Derek's, finger idly tracing the valleys of his knuckles as he breathes in deep and truly relaxes.]
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With a short yawn, Tate lets his eyes close half-mast before adjusting his weight to lean back against Derek and stay nestled to his chest. He lets his arm slip down to rest again over Derek's, finger idly tracing the valleys of his knuckles as he breathes in deep and truly relaxes.]
I want this too. I feel so... free right now.