[ Derek... loves this. He loves taking control. He loves feeling Tate fall apart around him. Fall apart because of him. He holds Tate's leg close to his shoulder, anchoring himself against his weight, smoothing an errant river of lube up Tate's ass and back over the plug with his thumb. He's careful, pressing into Tate centimetre by centimetre, stopping and restarting every time Tate looks uncomfortable or close to pain, and he doesn't realize he's holding his breath until his lungs start to burn.
Tate scratches his fingers through his hair and Derek's surprised by just how fucking badly that affects him. His dick flexes in his clothes, laying straight against his thigh, and he lets out a hard, shuddering breath, tilting his neck to kiss Tate's thigh again, moving upwards. He twists the plug, coating Tate with a little more lube, and by the time he's encouraging him to fill him entirely, Derek's breath is ghosting over the base of Tate's cock, close enough to take him in his mouth if he wanted to.
He doesn't. Not yet. One staggered push and Tate stretches as much as he needs to to fit the flared bottom of the toy in his hole, swallowing it to the base. Derek's dry-mouthed and completely taken by the moment, leaning back and wiping the remnants of his lube off on Tate's dick, giving him one long, slick pump with his hand. After that -
He grabs the remote. Derek strokes Tate in long, feather-light pulls, dragging his thumb over the control with his free hand. If he were feeling more devious, he'd just-- turn this on to full, see if Tate could handle it. Instead, he's still feeling... affectionate, if anything, and he wants to ease Tate into this. Who knows how long that might last, once he starts thinking with his dick. ]
Have you ever...
[ Derek wets his lips. He looks up at Tate, holding the remote between his thumb and forefinger, shaking it a little. ]
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Tate scratches his fingers through his hair and Derek's surprised by just how fucking badly that affects him. His dick flexes in his clothes, laying straight against his thigh, and he lets out a hard, shuddering breath, tilting his neck to kiss Tate's thigh again, moving upwards. He twists the plug, coating Tate with a little more lube, and by the time he's encouraging him to fill him entirely, Derek's breath is ghosting over the base of Tate's cock, close enough to take him in his mouth if he wanted to.
He doesn't. Not yet. One staggered push and Tate stretches as much as he needs to to fit the flared bottom of the toy in his hole, swallowing it to the base. Derek's dry-mouthed and completely taken by the moment, leaning back and wiping the remnants of his lube off on Tate's dick, giving him one long, slick pump with his hand. After that -
He grabs the remote. Derek strokes Tate in long, feather-light pulls, dragging his thumb over the control with his free hand. If he were feeling more devious, he'd just-- turn this on to full, see if Tate could handle it. Instead, he's still feeling... affectionate, if anything, and he wants to ease Tate into this. Who knows how long that might last, once he starts thinking with his dick. ]
Have you ever...
[ Derek wets his lips. He looks up at Tate, holding the remote between his thumb and forefinger, shaking it a little. ]
Have you ever... used anything like this before?