[Tate does everything he can not to make a noise when Derek pulls him by the wrist, guiding him out of the shop in a pace that's just slightly too fast for him. He manages, he hurries along, teeth grit together as his muscles ache even after they stop to at the car park. Tate then tugs back, leaning back against the back end of the car and rubbing his hand over his lower abdomen. A little bit of color's in his face, soaking up from his neck when he sheepishly looks over to Derek.
In, he says, and Tate looks slightly submissive - like he's about to circle around and climb in the passenger side door before he hesitates. He moves closer to Derek instead, and gestures to the nook of space behind his driver seat. The back bench tucked in behind.]
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In, he says, and Tate looks slightly submissive - like he's about to circle around and climb in the passenger side door before he hesitates. He moves closer to Derek instead, and gestures to the nook of space behind his driver seat. The back bench tucked in behind.]
Can I lay back there?