[Tate's not going to protest any part of this, breathing hot and short in between fits of trying to get his jacket off that start to piss him off when leather sticks to his skin. It's an audible relief when he gets off one sleeve, letting gravity pry off the other by shaking his arm downward behind him. His t-shirt is pulled up a bit at the hem, black and threadbare over his pale skin.
He looks at Derek while lolling his head back, dark eyes glinting with lust as his pale lashes flutter between motions. Derek's fingers feel great - prying him open but not taking their time, curling into him in a way that sparks a few jolting muscles and a flexing tension in his belly. He makes a few lewd grunts, hips gyrating for more, but Derek's fingers leave him and his hole flexes in response.
Derek's cock smears pre over him and the slick mess he can feel is - dirty, out in public like this. With only a curtain to disguise them, Tate can't help but feel both exhilarated and terrified that they could be discovered like this. Intimate and close in a way they always reserved for more private places. Private, familiar places.]
Just fuck me already.
[Tate's grinning, a whole slew of things on his mind that he'd say if he had the breath to say it. Comments about how they probably want to discourage wild sex and orgies in their filthy little photo booths. In a place that serves food - it can't really keep it to code, can it? But he surrenders to his wants instead, clawing at the back of Derek's neck for a grip as he pushes his hips down to try and work Derek into him by his own merit. He feels himself spread, but pulls back before dropping his weight down a second time more testingly, head tipping farther back when he really feels himself start to be pressed open and keeps going.]
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He looks at Derek while lolling his head back, dark eyes glinting with lust as his pale lashes flutter between motions. Derek's fingers feel great - prying him open but not taking their time, curling into him in a way that sparks a few jolting muscles and a flexing tension in his belly. He makes a few lewd grunts, hips gyrating for more, but Derek's fingers leave him and his hole flexes in response.
Derek's cock smears pre over him and the slick mess he can feel is - dirty, out in public like this. With only a curtain to disguise them, Tate can't help but feel both exhilarated and terrified that they could be discovered like this. Intimate and close in a way they always reserved for more private places. Private, familiar places.]
Just fuck me already.
[Tate's grinning, a whole slew of things on his mind that he'd say if he had the breath to say it. Comments about how they probably want to discourage wild sex and orgies in their filthy little photo booths. In a place that serves food - it can't really keep it to code, can it? But he surrenders to his wants instead, clawing at the back of Derek's neck for a grip as he pushes his hips down to try and work Derek into him by his own merit. He feels himself spread, but pulls back before dropping his weight down a second time more testingly, head tipping farther back when he really feels himself start to be pressed open and keeps going.]