[Derek gives him the go ahead to shed the jacket and aside from briefly lifting his shoulderblade from the cushion, Tate does nothing - it feels like too much effort to slither out of the leather that's sticking to his skin, even for the rush of relief it'd grant him. He lays there in Derek's jacket, shirtless beneath it, and just moans his name instead as he feels Derek's balls slap up against him. His lips part in a silent 'O' when Derek sits there, holding on and fiercely beginning to fill him.
He thinks for a second that he's imagining the sudden stretch, the gentle swell of Derek's cock that starts to push him back to his limits. Derek fucks into him harder, making Tate slip against the seat until he lifts his legs to hook them around Derek's waist, anchoring around him to hold on so that - at the very least - he's dragged back with him between thrusts and not left crunched up into the door in the back seat.]
Come on - come on.
[His voice is ragged and he's egging Derek on to go harder, to really wolf out. He might have said he doesn't want the red anymore or to rely on it, but it'd be a lie to say it doesn't still give him a flare of attraction. Tate works his hips to slam back up against Derek, trying to get them back to that near impossible bliss in the booth. He wants to be raw and hurting, he wants to - be fucked so wildly in the back seat of this car that neither of them will forget it. He wants to make memories that Derek cannot ever top. Never replace. Never need to replace.]
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He thinks for a second that he's imagining the sudden stretch, the gentle swell of Derek's cock that starts to push him back to his limits. Derek fucks into him harder, making Tate slip against the seat until he lifts his legs to hook them around Derek's waist, anchoring around him to hold on so that - at the very least - he's dragged back with him between thrusts and not left crunched up into the door in the back seat.]
Come on - come on.
[His voice is ragged and he's egging Derek on to go harder, to really wolf out. He might have said he doesn't want the red anymore or to rely on it, but it'd be a lie to say it doesn't still give him a flare of attraction. Tate works his hips to slam back up against Derek, trying to get them back to that near impossible bliss in the booth. He wants to be raw and hurting, he wants to - be fucked so wildly in the back seat of this car that neither of them will forget it. He wants to make memories that Derek cannot ever top. Never replace. Never need to replace.]
C'mon Derek - fuck me!