[ Derek's been gradually becoming bolder and bolder with Tate, when it comes to sex. What started out as an almost reluctant offer to keep Tate's quota out of the red has turned into a sort of... pack bonding experience, for Derek, who finds the connection he makes with his beta to be similar to the connection he'll make with him when they finally share the bite. They're not tentatively touching each other in the framework skeleton of the tree house - after being told time and time again that Tate likes every incremental introduction to some of the things Derek can do, it's hard not to feel wanted and supported even as a werewolf, and Derek's getting pretty addicted to that feeling.
So when Tate starts slowly undressing his zipper and hinting that they're going to go pretty far in this thing, Derek lights up, eager over anything else. He rolls his hips up into Tate's hand, his dick straining with a painful tightness against his clothes, biting his bottom lip to keep quiet. He slaps blindly with one hand towards the print button, the photo booth dutifully doing as it's told, and he barely manages to keep it together long enough to order another few rounds of photos. ]
Yeah? Tell me.
[ He's speaking a little too loud while trying to sound hushed, his smile as much in his voice as it is on his face. ]
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So when Tate starts slowly undressing his zipper and hinting that they're going to go pretty far in this thing, Derek lights up, eager over anything else. He rolls his hips up into Tate's hand, his dick straining with a painful tightness against his clothes, biting his bottom lip to keep quiet. He slaps blindly with one hand towards the print button, the photo booth dutifully doing as it's told, and he barely manages to keep it together long enough to order another few rounds of photos. ]
Yeah? Tell me.
[ He's speaking a little too loud while trying to sound hushed, his smile as much in his voice as it is on his face. ]