[Their lips barely touch - Tate strains for it, brows pinching before Derek gives him what he wants with what looks like an amused touch. It's warm and it inviting, the kiss, and with the heat of the sun on his skin and the utter acceptance of today - Tate's never really felt better. He feels loved, he loves, he feels lost in a swell of good feelings in his chest. Feelings that take pause when they break apart, and Derek looks down at him while his hips pivot forward and his cock rubs between his thighs.
He's asking questions that Tate immediately can pick up on - breathing in a steady breath and letting it go before he answers. The irony is that this question asked a month ago might've upset him, brought up the feelings in his chest that were raw and cut open. But he's moved on, like he always moves on, obsession to obsession and Peter's just something of a mark left in a book. A signed name that he's already forgotten about, book back on the shelf. He blinks a few seconds, and diverts his eyes away when he replies.]
Peter.
[Ages ago. He doesn't know how to talk about this, like this, when they're doing this. It's not something they've done before. Talked about fucking other people while in the midst of it together. Derek's jealous, Tate's jealous, they're not the kind of people who share easily. It's better left unsaid. Nonetheless-]
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He's asking questions that Tate immediately can pick up on - breathing in a steady breath and letting it go before he answers. The irony is that this question asked a month ago might've upset him, brought up the feelings in his chest that were raw and cut open. But he's moved on, like he always moves on, obsession to obsession and Peter's just something of a mark left in a book. A signed name that he's already forgotten about, book back on the shelf. He blinks a few seconds, and diverts his eyes away when he replies.]
Peter.
[Ages ago. He doesn't know how to talk about this, like this, when they're doing this. It's not something they've done before. Talked about fucking other people while in the midst of it together. Derek's jealous, Tate's jealous, they're not the kind of people who share easily. It's better left unsaid. Nonetheless-]
But not - not like this.
[Other way around.]