[ Derek has the tips of two fingers held between his lips already, coating them with saliva even before Tate tells him to fuck him. He's smirking as they come away from his tongue wet and shiny, and he slips his hand between Tate's legs, circling his hole with spit-lubed fingers and pulling him closer by the waist with his other arm. ]
That's the plan. You're mine, now. Gotta consummate, right? Make this official.
[ Derek squeezes Tate's ass with his free hand as he presses one finger into him, meeting slight resistance without real lube, but not enough for this to hurt. He slaps his hand against Tate's cheek right as the camera clicks again, flesh hitting flesh loud enough for people to easily overhear through the thin curtain protecting their privacy. Derek can hear footsteps, voices, and not because he's a wolf. People are close. ]
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That's the plan. You're mine, now. Gotta consummate, right? Make this official.
[ Derek squeezes Tate's ass with his free hand as he presses one finger into him, meeting slight resistance without real lube, but not enough for this to hurt. He slaps his hand against Tate's cheek right as the camera clicks again, flesh hitting flesh loud enough for people to easily overhear through the thin curtain protecting their privacy. Derek can hear footsteps, voices, and not because he's a wolf. People are close. ]
You think we'll get caught?