[Tate grunts when they move, voice caught somewhere in his throat as they shift - he clenches more than he'd like to, reminded with a little now uncomfortable shudder that Derek's still in him. Rigid, rather unmoving, it makes him ache a bit as his body stays stretched and taut around him rather than healing and tightening up. As his body cools, all he feels is slightly more sweaty in this leather jacket - but he butts his forehead against Derek's and then lets him mouth at his neck.

Derek's crooning all the right words - the things Tate wants and wants to be able to promise. He wants to be everything and give everything, to live so wrapped up and entwined with someone that they're one. Makes him wish he could've been that for Violet all the more, and he coaxes his fingers through Derek's dark hair before sighing and nuzzling in against his chest.]

You won't. We won't. We're pack now.

[Sort of. Tate's voice is low and reassuring, spoken with the softest murmur.]

It'll only get better from here. I'm yours, you're mine. That's how it's going to be now.