[ Tate's teasing him, and any other day, Derek might have been able to just roll his eyes and act unaffected - but this is their day, this is the start of three full months of being pack. All Tate has to do is look at him and Derek gets filled with this desperate, lonely need for him, and he doesn't have the wherewithal to hide it.
Derek makes another noise, wanton and frustrated, eyes stuck on Tate's dick, on his fucking hand. It's gonna be an awkward fit, so Derek strips down now to make it easier, taking a step back to start peeling off his jeans and underwear as quickly as he can, standing on one leg as he pulls off his boxers and slaps at the driver's door to close it. He gets bare from the waist down, dropping his clothes in a pile outside, and then he's crawling over Tate, shutting the back seat door behind him, too.
He's hitting his head on the roof and whispering hard, annoyed fuck oh my gods as he crouchwalks to the far seat, manoeuvring himself as best as he can. It takes a bit of work, but Derek ends up kneeling on the seat between Tate's legs, already exhausted from the effort of getting here - but he's warm and victorious when he tugs on Tate's wrist and takes over for his finger, dragging two of his own over Tate's hole and marvelling a little at the feeling of his own cum keeping him lubed and ready. Derek - Derek just wants to fuck him until daybreak. They can't stop. ]
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Derek makes another noise, wanton and frustrated, eyes stuck on Tate's dick, on his fucking hand. It's gonna be an awkward fit, so Derek strips down now to make it easier, taking a step back to start peeling off his jeans and underwear as quickly as he can, standing on one leg as he pulls off his boxers and slaps at the driver's door to close it. He gets bare from the waist down, dropping his clothes in a pile outside, and then he's crawling over Tate, shutting the back seat door behind him, too.
He's hitting his head on the roof and whispering hard, annoyed fuck oh my gods as he crouchwalks to the far seat, manoeuvring himself as best as he can. It takes a bit of work, but Derek ends up kneeling on the seat between Tate's legs, already exhausted from the effort of getting here - but he's warm and victorious when he tugs on Tate's wrist and takes over for his finger, dragging two of his own over Tate's hole and marvelling a little at the feeling of his own cum keeping him lubed and ready. Derek - Derek just wants to fuck him until daybreak. They can't stop. ]
Jesus.