[Tate feels that flare of vulnerability come crawling back up from his gut - putting a new flush to his face as he groans almost wantonly. His legs are apart and he's so conscious of it, feeling Derek hover close to him and rubs his fingers in against him in a way that makes him squirm. He spreads his knees wider yet, fingers feeling down between them to do as instructed and envelop their cocks in his palm and rub over the both of them with swirling strokes of his hand.
All the while wondering what's coming next, feeling like a brick is weighing him down beneath his ribs. He tucks his chin in against his chest, looking at Derek before nuzzling up against his neck when he ducks close. He kisses his throat, rubbing his cheek against his jaw like a cat - feeling the prickle of stubble and exhaling hotly against the shell of his ear.]
I don't think- I can't...
[Always a wonder, trying to phrase "take your cock" in any more elegant of a way than that.]
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All the while wondering what's coming next, feeling like a brick is weighing him down beneath his ribs. He tucks his chin in against his chest, looking at Derek before nuzzling up against his neck when he ducks close. He kisses his throat, rubbing his cheek against his jaw like a cat - feeling the prickle of stubble and exhaling hotly against the shell of his ear.]
I don't think- I can't...
[Always a wonder, trying to phrase "take your cock" in any more elegant of a way than that.]
Just your fingers, right?