[Tate's not sure - he remembers the photo booth and while he got so swept into that and doesn't regret it, he still hates the feeling that came from exiting only to notice their show had been more public than anticipated. He didn't like the looks that came with people seeing him as an obedient submissive, like he really deserved to be on his knees in front of any and all dominants. He really is a shitty sub, in a lot of ways. He hates this place.
He looks to the bench with some resentment and then some resignation - at least if he knows it's purposely public, there's no surprises? Still, his skin itches as he moves over and feels like he's merely drifting to the bench. Barely feels it when he touches his hand to it, or when he hoists himself up to sit on the edge. His legs swing and he just - looks back to Derek, pale brows pinching.]
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[Tate's not sure - he remembers the photo booth and while he got so swept into that and doesn't regret it, he still hates the feeling that came from exiting only to notice their show had been more public than anticipated. He didn't like the looks that came with people seeing him as an obedient submissive, like he really deserved to be on his knees in front of any and all dominants. He really is a shitty sub, in a lot of ways. He hates this place.
He looks to the bench with some resentment and then some resignation - at least if he knows it's purposely public, there's no surprises? Still, his skin itches as he moves over and feels like he's merely drifting to the bench. Barely feels it when he touches his hand to it, or when he hoists himself up to sit on the edge. His legs swing and he just - looks back to Derek, pale brows pinching.]
Can we just do this fast?
[He's uncomfortable, but adding on quietly:]
Please.