[ Fuck, fine. Derek makes this annoyed, short-tempered noise, rhythmically hitting the heel of his palm against the steering wheel as he impatiently gets the drivers door open. He gets out and almost trips on his way to the back, getting Tate's door open and ignoring the unpleasant tone from the car reminding them to shut the doors.
Tate looks - amazing, like always, and Derek doesn't climb in, not right away,he barely has room. He just takes Tate in a quick, upside-down kiss, using just enough teeth to show that he's annoyed with Tate for getting him going again before he's even made it to the fucking treehouse. ]
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Tate looks - amazing, like always, and Derek doesn't climb in, not right away,he barely has room. He just takes Tate in a quick, upside-down kiss, using just enough teeth to show that he's annoyed with Tate for getting him going again before he's even made it to the fucking treehouse. ]
Move. Let me in.