[Tate just slips on Derek's jacket, smelling the leather and finding familiarity in it. His own is - good, but not the same. This feels different, like a piece of Derek himself, and Tate likes when he can get away with taking it. He'd keep it if he could. Derek takes what things Tate doesn't put back on, and leaves him in the booth to regroup. He feels - slick and sore, more so once he's up on his feet and waiting for Derek to tell him it's clear.
Clear of what? There's always going to be a walk of shame after something like this. He pushes the curtain aside and steps out, lips firmly together and his heart a little fast. He's hurting, obvious from his stance, and otherwise uncomfortable. Bathed in afterglow but miserable all the same - he's looking on the outside of the booth for the printed pictures. And slowly his eyes track upward to an LCD screen that shows a live feed of the booth's interior.
It doesn't click at first, but when it does - Tate sucks in a breath but says nothing. He just grabs the photos and turns around, putting them in his pocket without looking at them. He hates the way a few people are looking at them, Doms leering at Tate after he emerges well fucked and clearly claimed by the Dominant he came here with. He feels stupid, all of a sudden, for thinking that was a sane thing to do.]
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Clear of what? There's always going to be a walk of shame after something like this. He pushes the curtain aside and steps out, lips firmly together and his heart a little fast. He's hurting, obvious from his stance, and otherwise uncomfortable. Bathed in afterglow but miserable all the same - he's looking on the outside of the booth for the printed pictures. And slowly his eyes track upward to an LCD screen that shows a live feed of the booth's interior.
It doesn't click at first, but when it does - Tate sucks in a breath but says nothing. He just grabs the photos and turns around, putting them in his pocket without looking at them. He hates the way a few people are looking at them, Doms leering at Tate after he emerges well fucked and clearly claimed by the Dominant he came here with. He feels stupid, all of a sudden, for thinking that was a sane thing to do.]
Get the food. Can we go?