[ Derek feels oddly shy as he drifts after Tate, ghosting silently along behind him. He drops back into the futon and Derek crosses one arm over his chest, massaging his shoulder, quiet and guarded. He watches Tate with a bubbling, nauseous anxiety in his stomach, like he's expecting Tate to just laugh or call him sick and bail, his eyes drifting down over his body. Tate really does just - radiate comfort, sometimes. Derek loves that he can give him that.
It's that dry look at the cock ring that snaps Derek out of his mood, making him laugh and feel slightly less pensive. He doesn't smile too much, just an uptick in the corner of his mouth, but he feels less tense. He stands over Tate a little more closely and watches him pull out the gag, which Derek... didn't really expect him to use. Same reason he bought a squeaky dog toy gag for Stiles that ultimately went unused - he just grabbed what he could, half trying to be funny, half trying to be... something. Exploratory. Helpful.
Tate clips it on, slurs his words, and Derek just stares at him, deadpan. ]
You know that doesn't unlock for, like, two hours or something once it's on, right?
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It's that dry look at the cock ring that snaps Derek out of his mood, making him laugh and feel slightly less pensive. He doesn't smile too much, just an uptick in the corner of his mouth, but he feels less tense. He stands over Tate a little more closely and watches him pull out the gag, which Derek... didn't really expect him to use. Same reason he bought a squeaky dog toy gag for Stiles that ultimately went unused - he just grabbed what he could, half trying to be funny, half trying to be... something. Exploratory. Helpful.
Tate clips it on, slurs his words, and Derek just stares at him, deadpan. ]
You know that doesn't unlock for, like, two hours or something once it's on, right?
[ He's lying, obviously. ]