[Tate thinks for a blissful second that he's going to be able to just keep his eyes shut and fall back asleep. Derek's not rustling around and his voice is low and warm, rumbling over his shoulder beneath the soft suckle of his lips. Tate's lulled by that, breathing in a shuddering, slow breath before exhaling it in another sigh. He feels Derek drag down his sweats and doesn't care, doesn't do more than nuzzle in against his own arm until he's sensing Derek ask more questions.
His eyelids flutter again, dark eyes wearily opening only to shut tight once more. His face screws up in a tired manner and it's still dark out - the middle of the night, easy enough to distinguish - and he doesn't know what Derek wants and frankly doesn't care. He nods, murmuring a soft 'yeah' before flexing his leg a bit and pushing back against Derek. He's losing his grasp on sleep but for a few blissful seconds more, he can lose his focus on reality and close his eyes.]
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His eyelids flutter again, dark eyes wearily opening only to shut tight once more. His face screws up in a tired manner and it's still dark out - the middle of the night, easy enough to distinguish - and he doesn't know what Derek wants and frankly doesn't care. He nods, murmuring a soft 'yeah' before flexing his leg a bit and pushing back against Derek. He's losing his grasp on sleep but for a few blissful seconds more, he can lose his focus on reality and close his eyes.]
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