[ Derek doesn't mind this. Passively watching Tate go through his new supply of toys, which feels less and less like kind of a weird thing to dump on someone the more comfortable Tate seems to be with being dick-deep in a bizarrely perverted christmas. He finds the most expensive item Derek shelled out for, rose-pink and remote controlled, and Derek watches Tate explore it in his hands, half convinced he's treating all of this like a joke rather than as... whatever it was Derek was hoping this would be. Something for them to explore together, maybe.
But then Tate's leaning back, getting himself ready, and Derek folds his arms across his chest as he watches him go. He shifts his weight to his other foot and looks like he's just-- watching a fucking business presentation, or something, idly interested without committing to wanting this out loud. Tate spreads his legs, gets himself slick, and Derek swallows, trying not to be so obvious in how much he's staring. Despite wanting this as badly as he does, there's every possibility he'd stay quiet and stoic and unattached if it wasn't for Tate snapping and telling him to get involved.
He steps forward, watching Tate work the tip of the toy into him, and - he bends down, kneeling beside the chair. He takes over, batting Tate's hand away and grabbing the plug himself, and - and Tate's still loose enough that he doesn't need to be as roughly worked open as he usually is. Derek leans in, kissing the side of Tate's thigh, and he gently, gently starts to push further in, breaching Tate an inch at a time, spreading him more and more apart, slowly and methodically. ]
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[ Derek doesn't mind this. Passively watching Tate go through his new supply of toys, which feels less and less like kind of a weird thing to dump on someone the more comfortable Tate seems to be with being dick-deep in a bizarrely perverted christmas. He finds the most expensive item Derek shelled out for, rose-pink and remote controlled, and Derek watches Tate explore it in his hands, half convinced he's treating all of this like a joke rather than as... whatever it was Derek was hoping this would be. Something for them to explore together, maybe.
But then Tate's leaning back, getting himself ready, and Derek folds his arms across his chest as he watches him go. He shifts his weight to his other foot and looks like he's just-- watching a fucking business presentation, or something, idly interested without committing to wanting this out loud. Tate spreads his legs, gets himself slick, and Derek swallows, trying not to be so obvious in how much he's staring. Despite wanting this as badly as he does, there's every possibility he'd stay quiet and stoic and unattached if it wasn't for Tate snapping and telling him to get involved.
He steps forward, watching Tate work the tip of the toy into him, and - he bends down, kneeling beside the chair. He takes over, batting Tate's hand away and grabbing the plug himself, and - and Tate's still loose enough that he doesn't need to be as roughly worked open as he usually is. Derek leans in, kissing the side of Tate's thigh, and he gently, gently starts to push further in, breaching Tate an inch at a time, spreading him more and more apart, slowly and methodically. ]
Relax. Let me do this.