[Tate's never really had an issue with the way he looks, it was always other things that weighed on him in life and even after death. He hated hearing his mother praise him for his cherubic looks but when facing himself in the mirror he... felt nothing. He was, to his knowledge, average to okay looking and - hot, maybe, to some people. It's knowing that he turns people on that he likes, that victory in using what he has for his own gains. So he looks at himself in the photo and finds it briefly difficult to have an opinion. He looks lewd and he'd othertimes perhaps feel embarrassed or ashamed maybe at letting this exist - photos of him writhing with someone's fingers up his ass - but right now he's horny. He likes it, he decides, after a quick stare and a stealing glance upward at Derek.
Derek likes it. So Tate smiles slightly, lip twitching as he nods. Then he groans, feeling Derek's fingers in him and enjoying the debasement. His toes curl and he lifts up again, fucking up into Derek's hand and deciding then and there that they might as well... have some fun? He laughs, face red from exertion.]
I'm surprised you're not recording it. I might not ever look this hot again? Maybe you should.
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Derek likes it. So Tate smiles slightly, lip twitching as he nods. Then he groans, feeling Derek's fingers in him and enjoying the debasement. His toes curl and he lifts up again, fucking up into Derek's hand and deciding then and there that they might as well... have some fun? He laughs, face red from exertion.]
I'm surprised you're not recording it. I might not ever look this hot again? Maybe you should.