[ It's the delicious kind of roughness, sparking heat into the base of his spine and making his toes curl in his shoes. He's pressing up on his toes, trying to get more leverage, trying to push harder into Derek's hand.
His own matches Derek's grip, fingers sliding over his sac and squeezing him at the base again. His fingers are rough, demanding, trying to coax noises out of Derek, trying to make him almost as crazy as he is right now. ]
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His own matches Derek's grip, fingers sliding over his sac and squeezing him at the base again. His fingers are rough, demanding, trying to coax noises out of Derek, trying to make him almost as crazy as he is right now. ]