[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.]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
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.]
no subject
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?
no subject
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.