[ It takes a bit for Derek to register what Tate's telling him. He's hyperaware of just how quickly they need to leave, but Tate's weight on him is comforting and he doesn't want this to stop. It takes a few seconds before he's gently trying to disentangle himself from Tate's body, still precariously balancing a handful of cum he has no fucking idea what to do with. He could swallow it? He's getting less and less hard as time goes on, so that's starting to feel less sexy and more just kinda nasty. ]
Sorry.
[ There's cum on his jeans from pulling out of Tate and he's not... gonna be able to do anything about that, whoops, but he gets Tate to pull off his shirt through the power of gentle manhandling, and he cleans themselves up with the scraps of that, laughing kind of awkwardly as he dries off. Jesus. There's barely enough room for him to stand up in this place, but he does, just to get Tate's jacket from the floor and to let Tate sit on the chair a while and find his sea legs. He offers Tate the jacket, but Tate looks so half-dead that Derek isn't sure he'll be able to put it on.
There's one photo left to be taken, and when they're done getting at least a little more presentable, Derek elbows Tate and points to the screen, silently telling him to say cheese. He bends down to fit in frame and flashes another one of those awkward, clumsy peace signs, looking tired and drained as the last of what he paid gets spent. ]
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Sorry.
[ There's cum on his jeans from pulling out of Tate and he's not... gonna be able to do anything about that, whoops, but he gets Tate to pull off his shirt through the power of gentle manhandling, and he cleans themselves up with the scraps of that, laughing kind of awkwardly as he dries off. Jesus. There's barely enough room for him to stand up in this place, but he does, just to get Tate's jacket from the floor and to let Tate sit on the chair a while and find his sea legs. He offers Tate the jacket, but Tate looks so half-dead that Derek isn't sure he'll be able to put it on.
There's one photo left to be taken, and when they're done getting at least a little more presentable, Derek elbows Tate and points to the screen, silently telling him to say cheese. He bends down to fit in frame and flashes another one of those awkward, clumsy peace signs, looking tired and drained as the last of what he paid gets spent. ]
This was one of the dumber things I've done.