[Every little motion makes Tate react, muscles clenching and relaxing like he's being softly shocked. It's a weird feeling, much as it was when that knot was nestled behind his teeth - when Derek pulls back against him, he's forced to move with him as there's no give and sliding out. That hurts a bit - hurts a lot, actually - but Tate doesn't make a noise. He's too blissed out and fucking tired all of a sudden, still shuddering in the aftershock of his orgasm.
Sweat clings to his brow as he stares up at the roof of the car, feeling Derek's teeth scratch up his neck and throat. He looks into his eyes when he pulls back, staring right back at Derek when he comes - mesmerized by the look on his lover's face before curling his arms tight around him when he settles. His legs have relaxed but really have nowhere to go, the tight space of the car keeping them twisted up with Derek's.
This is the moment he's been wanting, the moment he's been looking forward to. They didn't have this, in the booth, because they had to scramble to put themselves back together and leave. They couldn't enjoy the afterglow the same way they couldn't take it farther than far. Tate felt but never felt Derek's knot then but he sure as hell does now as it still rocks into him even after he's blown his load. Tate's nails skim down his back, soothing swipes instead of dug in grooves. He can't really breathe easy but he manages because he likes the weight of Derek sitting on him like a rock.
He can't tell if he can feel Derek's cum pumping into him on account of the still-rigid cock, but he's realizing with a wry press of his lips to Derek's throat that the mess now is going to be faaaar worse than it was before. And he has no extra shirts to spare.]
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Sweat clings to his brow as he stares up at the roof of the car, feeling Derek's teeth scratch up his neck and throat. He looks into his eyes when he pulls back, staring right back at Derek when he comes - mesmerized by the look on his lover's face before curling his arms tight around him when he settles. His legs have relaxed but really have nowhere to go, the tight space of the car keeping them twisted up with Derek's.
This is the moment he's been wanting, the moment he's been looking forward to. They didn't have this, in the booth, because they had to scramble to put themselves back together and leave. They couldn't enjoy the afterglow the same way they couldn't take it farther than far. Tate felt but never felt Derek's knot then but he sure as hell does now as it still rocks into him even after he's blown his load. Tate's nails skim down his back, soothing swipes instead of dug in grooves. He can't really breathe easy but he manages because he likes the weight of Derek sitting on him like a rock.
He can't tell if he can feel Derek's cum pumping into him on account of the still-rigid cock, but he's realizing with a wry press of his lips to Derek's throat that the mess now is going to be faaaar worse than it was before. And he has no extra shirts to spare.]
Your car's going to be a mess in twenty minutes.