[Tate laughs lightly - porn in the woods, fuck. He grins a bit and his breathing has begun to even out, but he still is a bit restless albeit happy. He leans back a little, flush to Derek, and lifts his head to look back over his shoulder at him. He's a lot easier to read like this, blond hair a mess and his eyes openly expressive. He blinks at Derek for a silent moment.]
Yours, I think.
[His breath smells of booze, but he doesn't care. Sorry Derek.]
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Yours, I think.
[His breath smells of booze, but he doesn't care. Sorry Derek.]
Shoot.