[ It'd be easy enough to help Tate out of his jacket, but there's something kind of hot about watching him try to do it himself. Derek laughs, not unkindly, as Tate tries to slip his jacket further down over one elbow, though his voice turns into something close to a moan when Tate's teeth press against his neck just enough for him to really feel it. Derek closes his eyes, pushing his hips up in one slow, gradual rise, and sighs through his nose, as happy as he is aroused.
He fucks his fingers into Tate a little faster now, pressing deeper, down to the first knuckle. He swoops forward for a kiss when he has the opportunity, his hand balancing Tate by the small of his back as he brings him a little closer to his body. He's impatient, curling his fingers against Tate's prostate, softly stroking the explosion of nerves and wondering, briefly, if he could make him come just from this.
But - he'll find that out another day. It's barely a minute before Derek's drawing his fingers from Tate and lining the head of his cock up to his entrance, dragging his head against it and all but covering him with pre. He breaks the kiss, waning his shoulder blades back into the cramped, unforgiving discomfort of the photo booth, looking up at Tate with a dazed, horny little smile. ]
Shit. You'd think they'd at least put some pillows down or something.
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[ It'd be easy enough to help Tate out of his jacket, but there's something kind of hot about watching him try to do it himself. Derek laughs, not unkindly, as Tate tries to slip his jacket further down over one elbow, though his voice turns into something close to a moan when Tate's teeth press against his neck just enough for him to really feel it. Derek closes his eyes, pushing his hips up in one slow, gradual rise, and sighs through his nose, as happy as he is aroused.
He fucks his fingers into Tate a little faster now, pressing deeper, down to the first knuckle. He swoops forward for a kiss when he has the opportunity, his hand balancing Tate by the small of his back as he brings him a little closer to his body. He's impatient, curling his fingers against Tate's prostate, softly stroking the explosion of nerves and wondering, briefly, if he could make him come just from this.
But - he'll find that out another day. It's barely a minute before Derek's drawing his fingers from Tate and lining the head of his cock up to his entrance, dragging his head against it and all but covering him with pre. He breaks the kiss, waning his shoulder blades back into the cramped, unforgiving discomfort of the photo booth, looking up at Tate with a dazed, horny little smile. ]
Shit. You'd think they'd at least put some pillows down or something.