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ᴅᴇʀᴇᴋ ʜᴀʟᴇ ♔ ([personal profile] calloused) wrote2019-01-19 03:09 pm
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Derek Hale. Leave a message.

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[personal profile] confiscated 2019-07-30 12:09 am (UTC)(link)
[Tate's not about to beg for the camera (yet, he tells himself) but still looks elated at being let loose like a kid in a candy store. Kid in a liquor store may not have the same ring but it has the same enjoyment as Tate sets off to grab a six pack of his favorite beer, dragging his fingertips over the shelves as he looks for anything else that might catch his eye. A couple bottles get offered back to Derek for him to carry.

He's very precise in what he picks and chooses, so it's only five minutes before he's ready to head to the till.]


You'd really get me a new camera? Lenses, and all that shit too? And a stripper pole?
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[personal profile] confiscated 2019-07-30 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
If I want another of those, I know who to let out to get one...

[Tate murmurs with a snicker, very aware his whore cat could go get herself a whole new litter of crotch droppings in an instant if she could waddle far enough from the treehouse without her current set mewling incessantly. He's happy, though, following Derek as they depart the liquor store and move on to the next stop. Something to eat later, like Chinese, is what he's guiding Derek to while also having the intention of ordering a little extra for his fat slut cat.]

I have some money, you know. I've been saving it up - I just can't spend it. If I give it you to pitch in for things, like the dark room and all that shit - that's cool right? Weed stash aside, there's not really a lot of shit I can buy anymore.
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[personal profile] confiscated 2019-07-30 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
You know I like that - but you also gotta know the pack's gotta contribute to keeping itself going, right? I forfeit my cash to the Alpha and he oversees everything, buys me a pack of smokes every three days and y'know what? I'm a happy beta.

[Tate's still in good fucking spirits, looking up to the menu as they wait behind a couple of Dominants who are ordering their food. He may not have been that hungry to start, but the scent of fried rice and eggrolls has Tate quietly changing his mind. He orders enough to give him leftovers for a few days, even with Derek's voracious appetite considered, and lets his Alpha pony up the cash to pay.

While they're waiting for their food, Tate wanders sidelong to a booth that sits up against a wall of photo shopped images of dishes the place offers. It's rustic and probably covered in things a UV light would pick up but Tate nods his head toward it, gesturing for Derek to come over.]


Check this out. It's one of those photo booths.
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[personal profile] confiscated 2019-07-30 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
You say that like it's anything out of the ordinary for us.

[Tate says nonchalantly, while parting back the dark curtain and letting himself into the booth. He looks back to Derek with a mischievous smile, certainly teasing him and daring him to retaliate. That and join him, if the wave of his hand is any indication. Put down the brown bag of liquor and get over here - there's cumshots to be taken and a questionable bench to be seated on in this cramped little space.]

What's more memorable than a photo? C'mon. Don't be a pussy.
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[personal profile] confiscated 2019-07-30 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
You fucking kidding me? Of course I have.

[These were the epitome of boardwalk entertainment in the 90s, also a staple piece in the various arcades and movie theatres of the time. It was, as he mutters under his breath, a lot cheaper back then 'for four fucking photos' but he's sliding his own money into the machine rather than ask Derek for it. Naturally, like how it determined their designation - the screen lights up with 'DOMINANT APPROVAL - GRANTED?' and a yes or no button for Derek to touch.

Tate tries not to get riled by that, but sits back and shifts his weight into the corner of the booth to give Derek a little more space. The last time he was in one of these was - a long ass time ago. Ninety two, maybe? Maybe before that. He's a little curious about the filters and frames, waiting for the machine to show them a blinding red light to ready up.]


Say cheese?
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[personal profile] confiscated 2019-07-30 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
That's cool with me.

[Tate's had mild experience with shitty teenage dates, so he's far more comfortable with the glaring red light and the indication to pose. He only offers up a smile - and then in the second photo, a surprised look mid-snort at Derek's peace sign. The countdown is going off for the third photo and Tate's still in a stupidly elated mood, made better by the idiotic good nature of Derek next to him. Fucking idiot.

He waits until the countdown's nearly done and with a forward-facing smile full of shit eating satisfaction, slams his hand down to grab Derek by the dick right as the photo is taken. The squeeze he makes through the denim is pretty generous, too, which he considers appropriate in ratio to dick to be grabbed.]
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[personal profile] confiscated 2019-07-30 06:13 am (UTC)(link)
[One reaction sparks another and Tate's lips part quicker than a prostitutes legs - dissolving into the kiss that's pinned on him before biting into Derek's lip with a half-mewled response to the squeeze of his own balls in retaliation. He liked that a little too much and has his hand up on the side of Derek's throat in an instant, fingers skimming over warm skin and stubble before Derek's pulling away.

Tate has to blink a few times to come back into the moment - looking at the screen before tilting his gaze back at Derek. Derek whose hand he wants back on him and more intimate in nature, preferably before their chow mein is ready. Hell, knowing this place their food's probably already sitting on a heater because the owners saw them head into this booth. He swallows hard, licking at his lip before gesturing at the screen.]


Yeah. But - I want those ones too. Print them.

[While and if Derek does as instructed, Tate's reaching back down to fondle his cock through his pants - feeling the tenting shape all the way up to the zipper and button which he then casually goes about undoing. All while looking up to meet Derek's gaze should he glance back or try to stop him, staring with an eerie calmness.]

I've got an idea.
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[personal profile] confiscated 2019-08-01 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Be patient, I'm showing you.

[Tate says - voice an elevated whisper, his heart giving away how thrilling it feels to see Derek's instantaneous reaction. He's bucking up into his hand and he likes that, working Derek's jeans open and slipping his fingers under the band of his boxers. It's a tight fit, both in Derek's pants and in the booth itself - he frees his cock, gripping it in a few solid pumps.

He moves as if to start slipping between Derek's knees, but there - just isn't enough room. He hooks one of his legs over Derek's and ends up elbowing the wall, hunching toward his chest and bracing against it with a hand holding on to his shoulder. The bottles clink between Derek's legs, showing there's no real room down there - and Tate curses under his breath, looking down. Plan failing before his very eyes.]


Guess I can't blow you.
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[personal profile] confiscated 2019-08-01 07:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Sh-Shit.

[Tate feels a warm, sensuous shudder roll down his back when Derek manhandles him - he settles forward, gripping on to Derek's shoulders to help facilitate the way he yanks his jeans down. He has to keep his head bowed so he doesn't risk smacking it on the ceiling of the booth, blond hair hanging in his eyes as he rests his forehead against Derek's. For a second he'd been unsure what to think when Derek said 'I don't want to be blown' but this quickly makes up for it.

With denim around his knees keeping them from splitting apart too far, Tate's pinched into straddling Derek's lap - it almost feels like locking his legs in place, which churns his gut pleasantly and ensures his dick is now lifting against his boxers before they're tugged the rest of the way down. He's fucked in alleyways and bathrooms before - gone down on someone in the midst of a party - but this has that same, icy thrill that's not at all diminished. It's taboo, it's - risky and dangerous and hot.

He doesn't know when he started breathing so shallow, nor does he know precisely when heat flooded to his face and warmed his skin this much. He brushes his cheek against Derek's, feeling the itch of his stubble like a cat would - scratching up against it in a nuzzling embrace, arms slipping around Derek's neck.]


Then fuck me.
Edited 2019-08-01 19:18 (UTC)
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[personal profile] confiscated 2019-08-01 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[Derek with fingers in his mouth is - also hot, alluring in a way that makes Tate a little sick with lust. More so when Derek takes those slickened fingers and drops them out of Tate's field of view, giving him only a few seconds to prepare for the nudge right between his legs that has them tense. His stomach flexes and his shoulders tighten up, grip on Derek briefly slipping before he relaxes after that first touch. Only to tense again not when Derek's finger enters him - no, he manages to be coolly calm for that - it's the slap to his ass that gets him unaware.

He curses and half laughs in response, feeling like he doesn't know how to respond to the stimuli it's receiving at first. Derek's finger is familiar and yet still uncomfortable, with Tate feeling tight and calmly bowing his head a little further while trying to relax. He rests his cheek against Derek's neck and breaths out in short little pants.]


I'm more worried about - nhh, our food getting cold.

[Tate places his teeth to Derek's neck and bites, light and playful. Cobain's habits are wearing off on him because his nails scratch in soon after that, skimming down the back of Derek's shirt beneath his jacket. Tate's starting to feel hot and bothered, his own jacket shrugged down off his shoulders. He can't get it all the way off and so struggles with the motion.]
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[personal profile] confiscated 2019-08-02 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
[Tate's not going to protest any part of this, breathing hot and short in between fits of trying to get his jacket off that start to piss him off when leather sticks to his skin. It's an audible relief when he gets off one sleeve, letting gravity pry off the other by shaking his arm downward behind him. His t-shirt is pulled up a bit at the hem, black and threadbare over his pale skin.

He looks at Derek while lolling his head back, dark eyes glinting with lust as his pale lashes flutter between motions. Derek's fingers feel great - prying him open but not taking their time, curling into him in a way that sparks a few jolting muscles and a flexing tension in his belly. He makes a few lewd grunts, hips gyrating for more, but Derek's fingers leave him and his hole flexes in response.

Derek's cock smears pre over him and the slick mess he can feel is - dirty, out in public like this. With only a curtain to disguise them, Tate can't help but feel both exhilarated and terrified that they could be discovered like this. Intimate and close in a way they always reserved for more private places. Private, familiar places.]


Just fuck me already.

[Tate's grinning, a whole slew of things on his mind that he'd say if he had the breath to say it. Comments about how they probably want to discourage wild sex and orgies in their filthy little photo booths. In a place that serves food - it can't really keep it to code, can it? But he surrenders to his wants instead, clawing at the back of Derek's neck for a grip as he pushes his hips down to try and work Derek into him by his own merit. He feels himself spread, but pulls back before dropping his weight down a second time more testingly, head tipping farther back when he really feels himself start to be pressed open and keeps going.]
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[personal profile] confiscated 2019-08-02 06:46 am (UTC)(link)
[It's indeed a little too fast and a little too much because Tate feels Derek fuck into him with a sharp stab of pain, toes curling in his sneakers as he's got nothing to do but let it happen. He sinks on Derek's cock, feeling each inch of it stretch him open starting with the bulbous head and settling around the girth near the base of his cock with a flexing tense of his muscles. It burns, it hurts and yet it feels so good to be full. He presses every inch inside Tate, making him whine from the pressure and give a little kick of his leg when they shift and he gets a surge of pleasurable discomfort.

Has he been saying fuck under his breath for the last five seconds? Yes, yes he has.

The camera's still going off in staggered intervals, punches of light here and there that Tate fully ignores. He's clutching to Derek with an arm slung over his shoulder, the other bracing against his chest with his fingers splayed. He looks down, face still nuzzling against Derek's, but his eyes dropping to watch his hand curl around his cock. Tate tries to fuck toward it but he's still so earnestly full of cock that the motion jars him and he moans loud and unobscured.]


Y-Yeah, yeah. Okay. Okay.

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