[One reaction sparks another and Tate's lips part quicker than a prostitutes legs - dissolving into the kiss that's pinned on him before biting into Derek's lip with a half-mewled response to the squeeze of his own balls in retaliation. He liked that a little too much and has his hand up on the side of Derek's throat in an instant, fingers skimming over warm skin and stubble before Derek's pulling away.
Tate has to blink a few times to come back into the moment - looking at the screen before tilting his gaze back at Derek. Derek whose hand he wants back on him and more intimate in nature, preferably before their chow mein is ready. Hell, knowing this place their food's probably already sitting on a heater because the owners saw them head into this booth. He swallows hard, licking at his lip before gesturing at the screen.]
Yeah. But - I want those ones too. Print them.
[While and if Derek does as instructed, Tate's reaching back down to fondle his cock through his pants - feeling the tenting shape all the way up to the zipper and button which he then casually goes about undoing. All while looking up to meet Derek's gaze should he glance back or try to stop him, staring with an eerie calmness.]
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Tate has to blink a few times to come back into the moment - looking at the screen before tilting his gaze back at Derek. Derek whose hand he wants back on him and more intimate in nature, preferably before their chow mein is ready. Hell, knowing this place their food's probably already sitting on a heater because the owners saw them head into this booth. He swallows hard, licking at his lip before gesturing at the screen.]
Yeah. But - I want those ones too. Print them.
[While and if Derek does as instructed, Tate's reaching back down to fondle his cock through his pants - feeling the tenting shape all the way up to the zipper and button which he then casually goes about undoing. All while looking up to meet Derek's gaze should he glance back or try to stop him, staring with an eerie calmness.]
I've got an idea.