[The whole process is - intimate, but not in a way that makes Tate feel shyly embarrassed. Maybe all it took was a citation turned knotting accident to make Tate have a hard time feeling ruffled around Derek when it comes to sex acts, especially when Derek has this... calming nature about him. Like no matter what they do, he's going to look out for Tate in the end - that Tate can believe he'll be safe, even in the most extreme of situations. That blind loyalty, that desire for trust... Tate thrives on it. So when Derek takes the lead, twisting and nudging the plug into him, he lets him. He breathes hard and sighs, lips parting wider and wider as that last nudge comes in to play. Then it's in.
Tate feels a small beat of relief, but then a sudden discomfort as his hole clenches around the toy and feels the bulk of its girth inside him. His leg gives a little kick and he lays back against the chair, shifting his hips and finding that just makes it... a little worse. Peter wasn't wrong about it feeling... full. And good. But the pressure's hard to get used to and Tate just wants to lay down, but settles for arching his back a bit and blinking at Derek. His eyes fall low lidded, nearly closed, while he adjusts.]
No.
[If it's not obvious from the expression on his face, he makes it clear with a soft whisper and a shake of his head. His teeth click together lightly and he blinks open his eyes, focusing on the remote in Derek's hand. He's barely had more than fingers in him withe exception of two dicks, and very scarcely at that. He's still learning what he likes, what he can take and... what's still able to surprise him.]
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Tate feels a small beat of relief, but then a sudden discomfort as his hole clenches around the toy and feels the bulk of its girth inside him. His leg gives a little kick and he lays back against the chair, shifting his hips and finding that just makes it... a little worse. Peter wasn't wrong about it feeling... full. And good. But the pressure's hard to get used to and Tate just wants to lay down, but settles for arching his back a bit and blinking at Derek. His eyes fall low lidded, nearly closed, while he adjusts.]
No.
[If it's not obvious from the expression on his face, he makes it clear with a soft whisper and a shake of his head. His teeth click together lightly and he blinks open his eyes, focusing on the remote in Derek's hand. He's barely had more than fingers in him withe exception of two dicks, and very scarcely at that. He's still learning what he likes, what he can take and... what's still able to surprise him.]
It feels okay, though. Weird. But okay.