[ Yeah, see - there's no part of Derek surprised by where this went. Honestly, if anything, he's just relieved; he was half-convinced that they'd ask for something horrible from Tate in return, like a promise to give up his eyesight or a promise to get fucked by a dozen strangers in quick succession, and as unpleasant as this makes Derek feel, it's a sense of unpleasantness he's long since learned how to be accustomed to. He's... not sure if it'll go down quite so smoothly when he asks for his scar to be removed - but he's relieved, now, that Tate went first.
Derek flicks his eyes over to Tate, then to the attendant visibly leering at the two of them, waiting for Derek, as the dom, to make the first move. He sighs, tensing his shoulders and trying to will away whatever modesty he has holding him back. Things with Tate are so much better after their stay in the woods, but they're also... very, very private right now. Very slow-going. He wasn't ready to sleep with Tate again.
It is what it is, though. There's a workbench towards the back of the shop, where one or two workers are loitering, clearly interested in what's going down. Derek exhales, then looks back to Tate, nodding to the bench. ]
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Derek flicks his eyes over to Tate, then to the attendant visibly leering at the two of them, waiting for Derek, as the dom, to make the first move. He sighs, tensing his shoulders and trying to will away whatever modesty he has holding him back. Things with Tate are so much better after their stay in the woods, but they're also... very, very private right now. Very slow-going. He wasn't ready to sleep with Tate again.
It is what it is, though. There's a workbench towards the back of the shop, where one or two workers are loitering, clearly interested in what's going down. Derek exhales, then looks back to Tate, nodding to the bench. ]
Go.
[ Sit down over there, he gestures. Also - ]
Still want that please.