Derek lasts another few ragged, desperate pumps before he's burying his nose in Tate's shoulder and crashing into his own orgasm, eyes shut tight and breath stuck in his chest. Despite all the dirty talk and the rough, callous quickie this turned into, the moment they share when they come together is one of the most intimate they've ever had; Derek's coaxing Tate through his climax while he buries himself in his own, whispering to Tate that he's amazing, that he loves him, needs him, all tiny little fractured words that he's barely aware he's saying, catching every drop of Tate's load in his hand and encouraging him through the feeling. He's shooting so hard into Tate that it's giving him fucking vertigo, quiet bubbles of laughter getting out of him between Tate, Tates and fuck, i need you, i need you.
And then it's done, and Derek isn't in the quiet, blissful place where his body is warm and light and relaxed. He's in a busy restaurant, tucked away in a cramped photo booth with cum running down his balls and pooled in his hand, with scraps of Tate's shirt littering his thighs. Derek slowly drifts back to consciousness, feeling awfully warm, but that doesn't stop him from leaning up and kissing Tate affectionately on the bottom of his chin. Fuck, they gotta move. ]
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Derek lasts another few ragged, desperate pumps before he's burying his nose in Tate's shoulder and crashing into his own orgasm, eyes shut tight and breath stuck in his chest. Despite all the dirty talk and the rough, callous quickie this turned into, the moment they share when they come together is one of the most intimate they've ever had; Derek's coaxing Tate through his climax while he buries himself in his own, whispering to Tate that he's amazing, that he loves him, needs him, all tiny little fractured words that he's barely aware he's saying, catching every drop of Tate's load in his hand and encouraging him through the feeling. He's shooting so hard into Tate that it's giving him fucking vertigo, quiet bubbles of laughter getting out of him between Tate, Tates and fuck, i need you, i need you.
And then it's done, and Derek isn't in the quiet, blissful place where his body is warm and light and relaxed. He's in a busy restaurant, tucked away in a cramped photo booth with cum running down his balls and pooled in his hand, with scraps of Tate's shirt littering his thighs. Derek slowly drifts back to consciousness, feeling awfully warm, but that doesn't stop him from leaning up and kissing Tate affectionately on the bottom of his chin. Fuck, they gotta move. ]
I... don't know what just happened.