[ Tate gives him permission and Derek feels - taller. He presses more of his weight against Tate, not grinding into him fast, but grinding into him deep. Every time he rolls his body forward he drags the hard slab of his stomach muscles against Tate's cock, feeling him hard against his abs, and every time Tate breathes in, Derek can feel it ripple through his own chest.
A second later, though, he stops. He pulls back from between Tate's thighs, slow and reluctant, and - he moves. He inches higher, moving until his cock is pressed flush to Tate's, wordlessly urging him to spread his legs a little wider apart, instead, to give Derek better access to his hole. Derek swallows, taking his hand back and wiping his fingers through the mess of precum he left on Tate's thigh, getting the tips of them wet. ]
Hand-- hand. Put your hand--
[ -- on him. On them. Derek grinds his cock against Tate's to make a point, dropping his neck forward so he can press a kiss to the top of Tate's hair. He closes his eyes, feeling his heart beat a little faster. ]
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A second later, though, he stops. He pulls back from between Tate's thighs, slow and reluctant, and - he moves. He inches higher, moving until his cock is pressed flush to Tate's, wordlessly urging him to spread his legs a little wider apart, instead, to give Derek better access to his hole. Derek swallows, taking his hand back and wiping his fingers through the mess of precum he left on Tate's thigh, getting the tips of them wet. ]
Hand-- hand. Put your hand--
[ -- on him. On them. Derek grinds his cock against Tate's to make a point, dropping his neck forward so he can press a kiss to the top of Tate's hair. He closes his eyes, feeling his heart beat a little faster. ]