[ This fucking cat. Derek presses his jaw together, meeting her stare with one of his own. He's going to do better this time - no roaring, no gnashing of his teeth, no threats to tear her open with his claws. He just watches, and he waits, and as far as standoffs go, this one's pretty tense. Derek's grateful when Tate disarms her.
Tate looks - good. Warm. The cum on his body, the light bronze-gold of his hair - he looks comfortable, he looks safe, and when Derek looks at him, he sees everything he wants in his pack. Someone who looks so incredibly, perfectly taken care of. Someone who looks so at peace with being in Derek's life. Derek's a little speechless, and for the first time in a while, he feels his heart skip a beat when he looks at Tate. He's... pretty fucking aroused by the sight of him, yeah, but more than that, he's just - emotional. He's proud. He loves this little shit.
Tate asks what he brought him, makes some joke about Cobain, and Derek just kinda stumbles over himself for a second, lightly pink with want and something else. He scratches at his nose, shrugs one shoulder, sniffs. He rolls out his arms and looks at the bag in his hand, going through it, but he just sorta-- stares, for a second, at the contents of each box hidden away in here, his mind a million miles away. Tate just... Tate looks really, really good. ]
Um.
[ Something. God. His brain isn't working. He shakes his head, laughs kind of awkwardly, then scratches the back of his neck. He looks up, gives Tate another once over, taking in that endeared smile, the expectant look. Tate's touching his arm and Derek feels weirdly flustered, mumbling a quick right, okay, remembering the phonecall, remembering the garage. ]
So - here. Just...
[ Just - go through them. He hands the bag over to Tate, ignoring the way Cobain's back arches from the doorway she's leaving through when Derek moves so suddenly. It's... a pretty varied stash of supplies. Toys, ropes. Things that vibrate, things that don't. There should be more subtlety and grace in how he... presents all of this, but Derek clearly doesn't seem to give a shit. This isn't the first time he's bought toys in this fucking city. He's worked out all his shame already. ]
[Tate's eyes flick over the features of Derek's face, picking at the little subtleties that show that something's off. Not in a bad way, he can tell that right away, but it's an air of - quiet avoidance, nervousness or some layer of shyness that masks the usual bravado Derek wears on his chest. It's cute, really, and Tate cocks his head thoughtfully to the side before he's offered the bag instead of an explanation. And that works well enough for him.
Cobain shoots one last look back at Derek before she disappears, tail curled to the doorway until she vanishes through it. Tate backs up to sit down on a futon chair they have where the bed used to sit on the main floor, before relocating up to the loft. It's cushioned and soft, and he sinks back with the bag in his lap to paw through it. His eyes light up and his smile quirks almost instantaneously when he sees what he's been given. He looks up at Derek.]
You're spoiling me. I don't know what half of this stuff is.
[Is that a lie? Is that the truth? Tate's pulling things out of the bag with a sense of wonder that could lean either way. He clicks on a vibrator and startles just a bit when it buzzes violently in his hand, before turning it off and laying it next to him. He looks at a set of shiny black plugs and vinyl cuffs, shoots a dry look up at Derek when he sees a cock ring and then holds up the next item with vague amusement. He then takes that o-ring gag and tries it on, lips around the metal ring as it takes him a few attempts to figure out how it's supposed to sit before he's buckling it behind his head loosely. When he speaks, it's with a lisp:]
[ Derek feels oddly shy as he drifts after Tate, ghosting silently along behind him. He drops back into the futon and Derek crosses one arm over his chest, massaging his shoulder, quiet and guarded. He watches Tate with a bubbling, nauseous anxiety in his stomach, like he's expecting Tate to just laugh or call him sick and bail, his eyes drifting down over his body. Tate really does just - radiate comfort, sometimes. Derek loves that he can give him that.
It's that dry look at the cock ring that snaps Derek out of his mood, making him laugh and feel slightly less pensive. He doesn't smile too much, just an uptick in the corner of his mouth, but he feels less tense. He stands over Tate a little more closely and watches him pull out the gag, which Derek... didn't really expect him to use. Same reason he bought a squeaky dog toy gag for Stiles that ultimately went unused - he just grabbed what he could, half trying to be funny, half trying to be... something. Exploratory. Helpful.
Tate clips it on, slurs his words, and Derek just stares at him, deadpan. ]
You know that doesn't unlock for, like, two hours or something once it's on, right?
[Tate just shrugs, hands still in the bag before he uses his lips to move the gag around - it's loose enough it slides down almost against his chin, allowing him to speak after tonguing it out of his mouth. Takes a little finagling to have it not keep speaking with a lisp but not enough effort to warrant really taking the gag off.]
Guess this is my life now.
[He shoots a gaze up at Derek like he's challenging him to have him keep the gag on, but gets distracted by a small device he pulls out. Like the vibrator before it, turning it on surprises him by making something buzz - but it's not the thing in his hand. What he thought was another shiny plug like the first, albeit a crystalline and glittered pink, vibrates by the control of the remote. He experiments with it before just - turning it back off.
Derek's just going to stand there, he thinks, and Tate still wants to put on a bit of a show for him - to get him riled up again, this time when he's close enough to put his hands on him. He's not hard at all and really, still kind of spent from earlier but he can make his libido return. Just takes a little effort and a wet swatch of lube from the new container in the bag over his thumb and then on the glittery plug. It looks small enough that he's... really hoping it's not going to impair what he's about to do. Prays his ass doesn't let him down.
Tate leans back against the futon, spreading his legs and reaches down to touch the toy to his hole. He's watching Derek more than he's paying attention to what he's doing, at least to start, and he has to add more lube before he can start edging in the tip. It's flared before the hilt and for a guy who's never fucked around with toys? He's immediately finding it more than he expected but keeping level faced. Even when trying to press it into him and feeling tension.]
[ 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. ]
[Derek swoops in with only one prompt and Tate's happy to let him take over, planting his palms on the cushion to either side of him and slumping back further to the futon chair. His head lolls to the side and his back slowly arches, hips lifting and legs straining to spread further apart. Takes a moment before he remembers breathing will help him, eyelids fluttering closed so he can hone in on the feeling of being filled. The feeling of stretching around the toy, a toy that's in Derek's hands and not his own.]
Fffuck.
[It's not painful but it's edging on it, feeling his hole clench and pulse around the toy, trying to fight through the urge to stay tense and loosening himself up. He feels it sink into him bit by bit, moaning gently as he bats open his eyes and looks down at Derek - his head feels heavy and full of rocks, rolling forward so his chin rests against his chest. His fingers reach out to comb through Derek's hair, both hands raking through it.
The toy's sinking in and he knows it's just a matter of pushing over that last little bit of discomfort to really seat it in him, so he grits his teeth and nods his head - encouraging Derek to push it in the rest of the way. His breath is shallow and his face heated, knees starting to bow in to tuck against Derek's body reactively.]
[ 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. ]
[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 looks - good. Warm. The cum on his body, the light bronze-gold of his hair - he looks comfortable, he looks safe, and when Derek looks at him, he sees everything he wants in his pack. Someone who looks so incredibly, perfectly taken care of. Someone who looks so at peace with being in Derek's life. Derek's a little speechless, and for the first time in a while, he feels his heart skip a beat when he looks at Tate. He's... pretty fucking aroused by the sight of him, yeah, but more than that, he's just - emotional. He's proud. He loves this little shit.
Tate asks what he brought him, makes some joke about Cobain, and Derek just kinda stumbles over himself for a second, lightly pink with want and something else. He scratches at his nose, shrugs one shoulder, sniffs. He rolls out his arms and looks at the bag in his hand, going through it, but he just sorta-- stares, for a second, at the contents of each box hidden away in here, his mind a million miles away. Tate just... Tate looks really, really good. ]
Um.
[ Something. God. His brain isn't working. He shakes his head, laughs kind of awkwardly, then scratches the back of his neck. He looks up, gives Tate another once over, taking in that endeared smile, the expectant look. Tate's touching his arm and Derek feels weirdly flustered, mumbling a quick right, okay, remembering the phonecall, remembering the garage. ]
So - here. Just...
[ Just - go through them. He hands the bag over to Tate, ignoring the way Cobain's back arches from the doorway she's leaving through when Derek moves so suddenly. It's... a pretty varied stash of supplies. Toys, ropes. Things that vibrate, things that don't. There should be more subtlety and grace in how he... presents all of this, but Derek clearly doesn't seem to give a shit. This isn't the first time he's bought toys in this fucking city. He's worked out all his shame already. ]
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Cobain shoots one last look back at Derek before she disappears, tail curled to the doorway until she vanishes through it. Tate backs up to sit down on a futon chair they have where the bed used to sit on the main floor, before relocating up to the loft. It's cushioned and soft, and he sinks back with the bag in his lap to paw through it. His eyes light up and his smile quirks almost instantaneously when he sees what he's been given. He looks up at Derek.]
You're spoiling me. I don't know what half of this stuff is.
[Is that a lie? Is that the truth? Tate's pulling things out of the bag with a sense of wonder that could lean either way. He clicks on a vibrator and startles just a bit when it buzzes violently in his hand, before turning it off and laying it next to him. He looks at a set of shiny black plugs and vinyl cuffs, shoots a dry look up at Derek when he sees a cock ring and then holds up the next item with vague amusement. He then takes that o-ring gag and tries it on, lips around the metal ring as it takes him a few attempts to figure out how it's supposed to sit before he's buckling it behind his head loosely. When he speaks, it's with a lisp:]
Am I thexy?
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It's that dry look at the cock ring that snaps Derek out of his mood, making him laugh and feel slightly less pensive. He doesn't smile too much, just an uptick in the corner of his mouth, but he feels less tense. He stands over Tate a little more closely and watches him pull out the gag, which Derek... didn't really expect him to use. Same reason he bought a squeaky dog toy gag for Stiles that ultimately went unused - he just grabbed what he could, half trying to be funny, half trying to be... something. Exploratory. Helpful.
Tate clips it on, slurs his words, and Derek just stares at him, deadpan. ]
You know that doesn't unlock for, like, two hours or something once it's on, right?
[ He's lying, obviously. ]
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Guess this is my life now.
[He shoots a gaze up at Derek like he's challenging him to have him keep the gag on, but gets distracted by a small device he pulls out. Like the vibrator before it, turning it on surprises him by making something buzz - but it's not the thing in his hand. What he thought was another shiny plug like the first, albeit a crystalline and glittered pink, vibrates by the control of the remote. He experiments with it before just - turning it back off.
Derek's just going to stand there, he thinks, and Tate still wants to put on a bit of a show for him - to get him riled up again, this time when he's close enough to put his hands on him. He's not hard at all and really, still kind of spent from earlier but he can make his libido return. Just takes a little effort and a wet swatch of lube from the new container in the bag over his thumb and then on the glittery plug. It looks small enough that he's... really hoping it's not going to impair what he's about to do. Prays his ass doesn't let him down.
Tate leans back against the futon, spreading his legs and reaches down to touch the toy to his hole. He's watching Derek more than he's paying attention to what he's doing, at least to start, and he has to add more lube before he can start edging in the tip. It's flared before the hilt and for a guy who's never fucked around with toys? He's immediately finding it more than he expected but keeping level faced. Even when trying to press it into him and feeling tension.]
Gonna just stare at me, or what?
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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.
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Fffuck.
[It's not painful but it's edging on it, feeling his hole clench and pulse around the toy, trying to fight through the urge to stay tense and loosening himself up. He feels it sink into him bit by bit, moaning gently as he bats open his eyes and looks down at Derek - his head feels heavy and full of rocks, rolling forward so his chin rests against his chest. His fingers reach out to comb through Derek's hair, both hands raking through it.
The toy's sinking in and he knows it's just a matter of pushing over that last little bit of discomfort to really seat it in him, so he grits his teeth and nods his head - encouraging Derek to push it in the rest of the way. His breath is shallow and his face heated, knees starting to bow in to tuck against Derek's body reactively.]
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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?
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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.