[Tate hasn't thought far enough ahead to see the pitfalls of his own plan, so he lets himself ride the joy - head tipping back to let the water run down his neck, a smile blossoming on his lips. It's a step closer to getting into the main with Derek - he's going to do that or die (again) trying. But the one thing he has actually wisened to here is that he can't push too hard too fast. He has to accept this and move slowly... so he does, slipping his hands up Derek's side and pulling him down by the back of the neck for a kiss.
A room to himself - a far cry from being locked out of this building by not being in the ledge before. Just to spite the memory of Stiles like a bitter aftertaste still in his mouth, he also vows to fuck Derek on as many surfaces in this place as can hold them. One hand still on his neck, the other diverts back down between them to pump Derek with more urgency.]
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A room to himself - a far cry from being locked out of this building by not being in the ledge before. Just to spite the memory of Stiles like a bitter aftertaste still in his mouth, he also vows to fuck Derek on as many surfaces in this place as can hold them. One hand still on his neck, the other diverts back down between them to pump Derek with more urgency.]
Thank you.