[ A part of Derek saw something like this coming, but a different, bigger and suddenly semi-erect part of him sure as fuck didn't. Tate grabs him like a viper striking at a hikers ankle, and Derek lets out this startled yelp of a laugh and jumps a little in his seat. His eyes don't change, not in person, but his reflection on screen shows something different - two small, star-like bursts of light where his eyes should be, glowing over slightly pink cheeks and a smile that's a very rare kind of unguarded genuine for him.
The last photo rolls around and Derek is still reeling too much to notice until the countdown is at 2. Leaning closer, Derek lightly jabs Tate in the arm a second before he's leaning over and snatching a kiss, his hand going straight to Tate's balls to give him a warningly playful squeeze. Just enough to feel barely shy of uncomfortable.
The camera snaps and all four photos are on screen for them to print out - Derek doesn't notice at first, too busy biting at Tate's lower lip and hesitantly dragging his thumb indecisively over his belt - but the little robot voice on screen keeps asking if they want to reshoot, and Derek gets annoyed enough to pull away.
His eyes are closed in that last photo, so the third one is the only victim of Reflexive Werewolf Lensflare, but Derek's still mildly annoyed enough to consider trashing the entire set. He doesn't - he just looks at Tate, marginally more relaxed, letting him decide what to do. This is for Tate, after all. ]
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The last photo rolls around and Derek is still reeling too much to notice until the countdown is at 2. Leaning closer, Derek lightly jabs Tate in the arm a second before he's leaning over and snatching a kiss, his hand going straight to Tate's balls to give him a warningly playful squeeze. Just enough to feel barely shy of uncomfortable.
The camera snaps and all four photos are on screen for them to print out - Derek doesn't notice at first, too busy biting at Tate's lower lip and hesitantly dragging his thumb indecisively over his belt - but the little robot voice on screen keeps asking if they want to reshoot, and Derek gets annoyed enough to pull away.
His eyes are closed in that last photo, so the third one is the only victim of Reflexive Werewolf Lensflare, but Derek's still mildly annoyed enough to consider trashing the entire set. He doesn't - he just looks at Tate, marginally more relaxed, letting him decide what to do. This is for Tate, after all. ]
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