[Tate laughs, just light and amused as Derek strips and joins him with a chorus of cursing in the cramped space. He doesn't care enough to chide him for not just walking around to the other door because he's starting to feel that same needy way. He wants Derek again, he wants him now and he wants to know he's got him. All he has to do is crook his finger and Derek comes to him, that's all he wants to have.
He's pushed his jeans down to his knees and his boxers too, working them off one leg before Derek comes crashing in to make him stop. The foot on the ground now has his clothes twisted around it, but he's mostly bare now - except for Derek's jacket that's still on him. He sits up on his elbows to try and shrug it off. It's deja vu for that suffocatingly trapped feleing of not being able to get his arms free. He freezes though, dropping back against the seat when Derek's fingers take over and he lifts his hips.]
Shit - c'mon, c'mon. Break me in a little more - I know you want to.
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He's pushed his jeans down to his knees and his boxers too, working them off one leg before Derek comes crashing in to make him stop. The foot on the ground now has his clothes twisted around it, but he's mostly bare now - except for Derek's jacket that's still on him. He sits up on his elbows to try and shrug it off. It's deja vu for that suffocatingly trapped feleing of not being able to get his arms free. He freezes though, dropping back against the seat when Derek's fingers take over and he lifts his hips.]
Shit - c'mon, c'mon. Break me in a little more - I know you want to.