[Tate's still moving in little rocks of his hips, barely there motions that are more just instinct than anything - just to feel the burn of Derek stretching him open, to feel the warmth of his cum trickling down him. He feels his own drop off of Derek's hand against his thigh, his cock twitching in Derek's palm as all of Tate's bones feel like they've vacated his body. He slumps forward against Derek, overheated and still shuddering from being pushed so far.
Shit. His heart is hammering against his rib cage like it wants to be free from him, and he presses his face in tight against Derek's neck. He can feel a cool breeze up his back, only then realizing something feels off about his shirt. He reaches back weakly with one arm and - skims over his lower back, feeling skin and the shredded hanging remnants of fabric. He doesn't understand immediately, just drops his hand back down to Derek's side and groans again, low and soft. He can't feel his legs. His ass hurts. Jesus, is that still Derek's knot-]
You fucked up my shirt.
[The words are slurred, Tate's lips against Derek's throat. He aches and it only occurs to him now he's going to have to limp home, with cum down his thighs. He tries to use Derek's shoulders to brace and lift up but fails, legs quivering and his body sinking back down flush with Derek. Predictably, he makes a near-whimper.]
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Shit. His heart is hammering against his rib cage like it wants to be free from him, and he presses his face in tight against Derek's neck. He can feel a cool breeze up his back, only then realizing something feels off about his shirt. He reaches back weakly with one arm and - skims over his lower back, feeling skin and the shredded hanging remnants of fabric. He doesn't understand immediately, just drops his hand back down to Derek's side and groans again, low and soft. He can't feel his legs. His ass hurts. Jesus, is that still Derek's knot-]
You fucked up my shirt.
[The words are slurred, Tate's lips against Derek's throat. He aches and it only occurs to him now he's going to have to limp home, with cum down his thighs. He tries to use Derek's shoulders to brace and lift up but fails, legs quivering and his body sinking back down flush with Derek. Predictably, he makes a near-whimper.]
Shit.