[ The jacket hits the ground eventually, landing on Derek's ankle until he kicks it off, leaving one sleeve poking out from beneath the curtain for any passerby to see. Derek laughs through his nose, a soft brush of air that tickles the side of Tate's throat, and Derek marks the spot with a soft, toothless hickey, humming soft vibrations as he stains Tate's skin pink. This happened so fucking fast - one minute they were talking about food, the next, this. There's a heat in owning Tate that wasn't there without the piece of paper between them. Maybe things are always gonna be like this, now - hard, desperate fucks that come from Derek thinking with his dick instead of his head.

Tate gives him an order and Derek laughs, though it's cut off with a sharp hiss as Tate takes things into his own hands and takes the head of Derek's cock far too fucking quickly. Derek's eyelids flutter shut as he grinds his hips upwards, hard muscles tense beneath the tight grip of his shirt. He leans his head back against the wall of the booth as best as he can, smiling up at Tate and showing off his pretty, white teeth. ]

Greedy.

[ He grips Tate's ass with both hands, spreading him apart like a toy designed to be fucked, using just the upward thrusts of his hips to steadily sink another inch into Tate's body. He's breathing hard without any regard to being heard, and after pulling Tate further and further down, pressing him flush to his body after gradually, roughly, painfully fucking into him as deep as he can at this angle, Derek sinks one hand into the back of Tate's shirt, holding on for dear life. ]

Gonna do this hard and fast. You're gonna come for me, and you're not gonna hold back. I want you... [ His other hand drifts to Tate's cock, wrapping his palm over the head and smearing his palm with precum. ] ... to shoot as soon as you're ready.