[Tate makes a slightly higher pitched noise, half bitten back - he doesn't want to be as wanton as he was when they were in the photobooth if only because he feels like he's lost a bit of his power here. There it was funny, being public - at least until they realized how public they were. To be overheard is one thing, but to be openly watched and admired? Tate doesn't want to play to the fantasies of others right now, but the only thing keeping him this side of uncomfortable is the fact it's Derek on his knees. He would've felt far more humiliated in a reversed situation, bowing to his alleged dominant and not serviced by him.
He's breathing shallow breaths, leaning back and still trying to squirm his hips upward - Derek stops that but he still moves, stomach flexing and his sneakers sliding on the floor. He grips Derek's shoulder, twisting his fingers into his shirt and pulling - starting to feel on the cusp of getting to his orgasm. Soft little 'yeah's give that away - his eyes fluttering shut.]
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He's breathing shallow breaths, leaning back and still trying to squirm his hips upward - Derek stops that but he still moves, stomach flexing and his sneakers sliding on the floor. He grips Derek's shoulder, twisting his fingers into his shirt and pulling - starting to feel on the cusp of getting to his orgasm. Soft little 'yeah's give that away - his eyes fluttering shut.]
C'mon... c'mon.