[ wow, a+ comeback there, stiles. he makes a mocking face at him because okay, you know what, he could show you exactly how flexible he could be, but stiles is a good person he will save that for his dreams where he gets laid.
at least this is happening, this is progress. (progress he's partially afraid to screw up but for right now, it's not on his mind--arguing tends to distract from that.)
it started out as a distraction tactic, but the kiss starts to get deeper and deeper and where his fingers were tense, they go a little limp, eyes fluttering shut as he opens his mouth into it and finds his own distraction very, very easily. ]
[ His own comeback would either be about as bad or would be counterproductive to what's currently happening, so Derek decides to bite it back and just give him a flat look in response to the mocking one that Stiles makes. But there's no bite to the look, and he just moves on from it.
Especially since yes, this is progress. This is a lot of progress, and he's going to hold onto it instead of being the one to screw it up. (They're stupid, is the bottom line, but they'll figure it out eventually.)
As Stiles' fingers start to go slack, his slowly ease so that he can draw them down and take hold of one of his wrists. Because this isn't exactly the most comfortable position to sit in with your arms raised, even if he's definitely paying a lot more attention to the kiss than he is the feeling in his arms. ]
[ kissing derek is kind of fantastic. how can stiles exactly focus on anything else again? he's already mostly forgotten about his currently trapped arm, even as derek moves them down, in favor of shifting forward a little more. his hands are still stuck between them now, and okay, so maybe the plan to get the shirt on derek might fail, but apparently the shirt off could be an actual possibility here.
he is kind of a little excited; for what they've done so far, all manners of clothing have still been present. and stiles doesn't mind that, it's cool--he knows what derek's been through, and it's a lot more making out than he's ever had before--but oh man that would be sweet.
for now, though, he just kisses him deeper, brow furrowing just a little as his shoulders and back roll out of instinct. ]
[ The fact that he isn't suddenly assaulted now that he's lowered their arms and loosened his grip on the shirt doesn't quite hit Derek right away. It's only when Stiles shifts forward in his lap that he actually realizes, and he slowly eases his hand away from Stiles' hands and from the shirt itself to let the teen decide whether he wants to try to smother him in the tacky green or just forget it. (For now, likely. He knows Stiles better than that.)
Some small part of him, tucked at the back of his mind, is thankful that things haven't been rushed. He's not oblivious, he knows better than to think that the teens of the pack that have dated weren't doing more than making out by the time they reached two months. But for him, he's thankful that it's progressed the way it has.
Which means that he deepens the kiss easily, now, comfortable in it, his hands moving to follow the roll of Stiles' shoulders and back now that they're both free from the confines of the stupid shirt. ]
[ oh, hey, hands free. stiles' fingers fist in the shirt's fabric for a second, like he's mentally deciding, but then derek does this stupid thing with his tongue and he pretty much flails in his effort to get the thing out of his way, making a dumb face as he pushes it aside.
luckily, that frees up his hands and he immediately grabs at derek where he can--one hand finds his hair and the other...
the other pinches his butt. he grins against his mouth, basically gloating. ] 's what you get for not wearing green.
[ Stiles' flailing is, maybe, more than a little hilarious. It cracks a grin across his face while he does it, makes the dumb face, but he just leans into the kiss as he gets a hand in his hair. He tries very hard not to growl in response, but Stiles makes it easy, and instead--
Derek grunts in mock-annoyance, biting at his grin. ] Don't pinch people with Irish blood, it brings bad luck.
[ The fact that Stiles pinches his ass actually doesn't bother him, and instead he just kisses him firmly, smack on the mouth. ] There.
[ As Stiles stares at him, Derek very nearly takes back the purpose of the kiss. (He doesn't do self-conscious, how does Stiles make him do self-conscious.)
But then he pinches him again, and he rolls his head a little with an exasperated sigh attached. ] I should just let you have your bad luck.
[ And of course here he is, sliding his hands up Stiles' back to cradle his face and kiss him again. It's encouraging Stiles to be a cheeky little shit, but honestly he's more than a little ornery himself. So they're about on the same level. ]
[ stiles just bursts into a bigger grin the minute he rolls his eyes, because that couldn't have gone off any better, and he's maybe a little enamored by it, because he's also pretty sure that derek was 100% sincere.
but getting him to admit that would probably be like pulling teeth. that's okay. stiles knows it, anyway.
leaning in, he returns the kiss, pulling his hands away with an obvious motion, eyebrows lifted, universal for "i'm taking my hand off"--talk about different from the first time he did it. ]
[ If there is one thing that Derek has taken from Maimeó Hale, in hindsight, it's that you take old stories very seriously. Luck, in this case, is something that he doesn't like to screw with. He has bad enough luck as it is, he doesn't want to make it worse for himself-- or for Stiles, considering the fact they both have about the same level of luck.
So, yeah. It's sincere. And there's no chance that he'll admit to it. But it's not like it isn't obvious, so they can just sweep it under the rug.
Briefly, he pulls back from kissing Stiles to watch him pull his hands back. And it's so surreal that he can't help but laugh, thumbing at both sides of Stiles' jaw while he does it. That's sure a blast from the past, isn't it. ]
Y'still want me to take my hands off? [ stiles wiggles his eyebrows, because he's a total idiot, and smirks at him, because he's entirely too invested in making derek laugh.
also there's been something kind of ridiculously charged in the air since the minute derek showed up, and stiles is very, very quickly starting to figure out that riling him up is the best way to get him there.
it's probably the moon. he's so okay with that. the last full moon, they'd been getting murdered, so this is an excellent improvement. ]
If you keep pinching me, we're not going to get anywhere. [ Derek is not known for beating around the bush. Yes, there have been times where he's preferred to withhold information or answers, but when he speaks he's blunt about it. While he's not sure how far, exactly, this is going to go, he does know that Stiles constantly pinching him on the butt is not going to get anything done.
It's one part just who he is, one part the moon's sway. (It's entirely the fact that he's comfortable enough with Stiles to even do this.) So he's more than happy to meet his attempts at riling him up, exchanging metaphorical blows in a one-two hit.
This is infinitely better than how their last full moon went. Maybe this will set the bar for future full moons. ]
[ ..oh, he wasn't expecting that answer. ] ...right.
[ stiles mutters that one to the wall behind him that's less likely to say blunt turn ons like that, and tries his best to think about things that aren't going to make him pop a boner in his b--in derek's lap. okay, most of the time that would be fine, but this is a special circumstance, and stiles is trying very hard to be a gentleman.
he lifts his hands to the ceiling in a gesture of innocence, but then promptly reaches down and grabs a handful of his ass instead. ]
[ Possibly, Derek delights a little too much in rendering Stiles speechless. But who could blame him? It's Stiles, who has something to say about literally everything. So the fact that he stares off at the wall for a moment makes him chuckle a little, expression blatantly amused.
His eyes follow Stiles' hands as he raises them, but he knows better than to think that he's at all innocent.
And is then promptly proven correct in his suspicions.
With a heavy sigh, as if put-upon, he ducks in to press a fleeting kiss to the line of his jaw, gauging his reaction before he moves to leave an open-mouthed one at the space just below his ear. ]
[ if derek delights in making stiles' speechless, stiles definitely delights in that put upon sigh. that is rewarding, because it's basically a reminder that stiles being a little shit is totally worth it.
opened mouth kisses are perfectly a-okay with stiles, considering--he drops his head back, completely unafraid of being in the mouth of the wolf, and brings his hands back up to slide into his dark hair, finding longer strands he can curl his knuckles against. this is a boner free zone ok he's totally got this. ]
[ Stiles' fingers in his hair are both welcome and a reminder of the fact his hair's gotten longer since he arrived in Wonderland. He really needs to get a haircut in the near future (but at least he won't ever look like a poodle, Isaac). But instead of focusing on that, it's more like encouragement to him than anything else.
So he figures if Stiles trusts him enough-- which is another thing entirely-- he's going to reward the trust. With human blunt teeth, he presses a careful bite against the spotted skin underneath his mouth. ]
[ getting somewhere. getting somewhere is apparently a thing. stiles isn't sure how threatening to wrestle him into a green t-shirt ended up in making out on derek's bed, but he's given up on trying to connect the very complicated points that often make them a whole. they're just kind of weird, as scott has said a long time ago, and he accepted that. it did kind of take him two whole months to say they were dating, and he has yet to offer the b word up, because that's just...weird. it's derek.
derek who he's making out with. oh well.
he fidgets a little in his lap until his legs aren't pretzeled around his waist still, using his knees as a support, and stiles is all too happy to allow him to nip at his neck. in fact, if he has weird marks there tomorrow, so be it. it does make a low "ohhh my god." come out of his mouth, but it's quiet and reverent compared to freaked out or anything similar, and stiles sighs, a pleased noise, and ruffles the hair in his fingers. ]
[ How this wound up happening, Derek isn't sure either. But what he does know is that the full moon has sway in this, and he's not... really going to fight it for once. Not when the night is quiet and there's so many other people, even outside of the pack, that are more than capable of taking care of some lunar trouble if some might arise. Castiel can smite anything that comes around, Derek is far more interested in Stiles.
Who he is dating. A fact he's only admitted once or twice since it's happened. There aren't any labels attached, but they're there regardless.
Stiles' fidgeting is a little distracting, as it always is when it happens, but he just moves and settles his hands on his hips, thumbs slipping underneath the hem of his shirt and against warm skin. His shoulders shake a little in quiet laughter as Stiles makes his variety of noises, but he rewards them still with a nuzzle of his nose before another nip follows. ]
[ well, if he has a mark there, it'll be a firm reminder that this isn't just a dream he wakes up from and has to awkwardly waddle out of bed to keep derek from noticing. no, this is actually happening, and the teen literally never thought he'd be thankful for the full moon, but he is so friggin thankful for the full moon.
his hands on his hips are entirely too warm in the best way possible, and stiles huffs, running his fingers through derek's hair again, a gesture that keeps him busy, keeps his hips from rocking forward and keeps things from going too fast. he's tried his damndest to keep his hormones in check--which is a herculean task for him, and he's bemoaned it to scott enough times since this started--because, well. his feelings for derek are a lot stronger than "like", lately, but he won't say that out loud. the dude's been through so much, he deserves a friggin reprieve.
so he just combs his fingers through again, nails scratching against his scalp, and hums at the small nip, pleased. ]
[ Stiles may, in fact, have a mark there. Derek should probably feel a little guilty for it, but he can't even bring himself to. He doubts he'd be able to even with the lack of the full moon, but right now he's far from concerned about it.
The fingers that keep combing through his hair are distracting just as much as they're soothing. It's not a gesture that Kate ever did, that's for sure--
And that comparison dawns on him, reminds him of Kate, and he tucks his face into the crook of Stiles' neck and goes still there. This is different, Stiles is different. This is warmth and comfort, even with the drive of the full moon and the heavy scent of hormones rolling off of the teenager. He breathes that in, breathes Stiles in, and slips a hand around from his hip, settling it in the small of his back as he draws his nose down the side of his neck. ]
[ honestly, stiles isn't surprised when he stops--he was kind of waiting for it to happen, to be honest. concern knits across his eyebrows and he tries to look down at him where he's stuffed his face in the crook of his neck, and the hand that was combing through his hair pauses for a second, settling into a much softer rhythm, more of a pet than a scrape. ] You alright, big guy...?
[ more often than not, the answer's no, but that's okay. stiles'll sit here and wait for him to get better, or, hell, stop doing it all together. he really, really gets it, understands why things can be so hesitant and stop and go--it has nothing to do with him, and everything to do with kate argent. or jennifer. or both.
it's messed up, derek's messed up, and that's okay. so's stiles, so they'll get through it together. ]
Mm. [ The soothing gesture continues, gets softer, and the brief moment of sudden pain that'd twisted itself into his chest starts to ease. Derek is mute for a little bit longer, rubbing his thumb along the line of Stiles' spine as he just sits and breathes him in during his silence, but leaving his scent there at the same time.
He is absolutely damaged goods, but the fact that Stiles just waits, asks to make sure, helps. It helps a lot. He remembers every moment with Kate more than he'd like to, but the fact he can barely remember anything with Jennifer proves that there is no bliss in not knowing. It actually tends to make him sick, but he pushes it down.
When he pulls back he looks at Stiles, still human eyes scanning his face before he tips forward and bumps their noses, leaves a comparatively chaste kiss behind. ] Fine. I'm fine.
look at all these makeouts i can do better than jeff davis!!!
[ slipping the hand that's between them out of the way, stiles reaches around and wraps it around derek instead, keeping the fingers of his other hand loosely stroking through his hair as he holds derek close to him. they've been through this song and dance a hundred times now, and he doesn't get his hopes up about it--just takes it for what it is and enjoys the hell out of it while he can.
derek's screwed up, he's been screwed over by a lot of people, and if stiles is the one to help him heal that, then he'll take it.
his mouth quirks up in a faint, lopsided grin as he's kissed, and he chases after him for another sweet, chaste one, deadpanning-- ] Wanna cuddle and watch Luck of the Irish?
[ Between the two of them, they're a pretty screwed up pair. But, honestly, he wouldn't change anything about it. He feels comfort here with Stiles, when he never expected that he would, and he enjoys their closeness. Maybe, someday, he'll be better.
It'll be because Stiles helped him along the way. They can't fix everything, and Stiles shouldn't have to, but it helps.
Derek gives him an outright deadpan, expression flat, before he ducks forward again and bites him square on the mouth. It's not harsh or with intent to hurt, but it's not particularly nice, either. ] No. Absolutely not.
[ the flat expression makes him bite his lip, mischief dancing in his brown eyes, and he laughs when derek darts in and bites, yelping out an-- ] Ow, jesus! Dude, I will get the spray bottle so fast, don't even test me.
[ but there's joking and laughter behind it--it didn't even hurt--and stiles moves the hand away from his hair to pinch at his hairy cheek instead. ] I'm pretty sure the dude gets turned into a leprechaun. You're not gonna get turned into a leprechaun, are you?
[ releasing his cheek, he pats it once--his form of returning the bite. ] Alternatively you could just put on the shirt, and let me stop annoying you about it for good. Five minutes of painless blackmail, and you have so done worse for me before.
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[ wow, a+ comeback there, stiles. he makes a mocking face at him because okay, you know what, he could show you exactly how flexible he could be, but stiles is a good person he will save that for his dreams where he gets laid.
at least this is happening, this is progress. (progress he's partially afraid to screw up but for right now, it's not on his mind--arguing tends to distract from that.)
it started out as a distraction tactic, but the kiss starts to get deeper and deeper and where his fingers were tense, they go a little limp, eyes fluttering shut as he opens his mouth into it and finds his own distraction very, very easily. ]
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Especially since yes, this is progress. This is a lot of progress, and he's going to hold onto it instead of being the one to screw it up. (They're stupid, is the bottom line, but they'll figure it out eventually.)
As Stiles' fingers start to go slack, his slowly ease so that he can draw them down and take hold of one of his wrists. Because this isn't exactly the most comfortable position to sit in with your arms raised, even if he's definitely paying a lot more attention to the kiss than he is the feeling in his arms. ]
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he is kind of a little excited; for what they've done so far, all manners of clothing have still been present. and stiles doesn't mind that, it's cool--he knows what derek's been through, and it's a lot more making out than he's ever had before--but oh man that would be sweet.
for now, though, he just kisses him deeper, brow furrowing just a little as his shoulders and back roll out of instinct. ]
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Some small part of him, tucked at the back of his mind, is thankful that things haven't been rushed. He's not oblivious, he knows better than to think that the teens of the pack that have dated weren't doing more than making out by the time they reached two months. But for him, he's thankful that it's progressed the way it has.
Which means that he deepens the kiss easily, now, comfortable in it, his hands moving to follow the roll of Stiles' shoulders and back now that they're both free from the confines of the stupid shirt. ]
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luckily, that frees up his hands and he immediately grabs at derek where he can--one hand finds his hair and the other...
the other pinches his butt. he grins against his mouth, basically gloating. ] 's what you get for not wearing green.
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Derek grunts in mock-annoyance, biting at his grin. ] Don't pinch people with Irish blood, it brings bad luck.
[ The fact that Stiles pinches his ass actually doesn't bother him, and instead he just kisses him firmly, smack on the mouth. ] There.
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stiles stares at him for a second, pulling away from the kiss.
and then, completely purposefully, pinches his ass again.
if he gets to pinch derek's butt and gets kissed for it, he's really not ever going to stop. talk about a win win situation! ]
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But then he pinches him again, and he rolls his head a little with an exasperated sigh attached. ] I should just let you have your bad luck.
[ And of course here he is, sliding his hands up Stiles' back to cradle his face and kiss him again. It's encouraging Stiles to be a cheeky little shit, but honestly he's more than a little ornery himself. So they're about on the same level. ]
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but getting him to admit that would probably be like pulling teeth. that's okay. stiles knows it, anyway.
leaning in, he returns the kiss, pulling his hands away with an obvious motion, eyebrows lifted, universal for "i'm taking my hand off"--talk about different from the first time he did it. ]
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So, yeah. It's sincere. And there's no chance that he'll admit to it. But it's not like it isn't obvious, so they can just sweep it under the rug.
Briefly, he pulls back from kissing Stiles to watch him pull his hands back. And it's so surreal that he can't help but laugh, thumbing at both sides of Stiles' jaw while he does it. That's sure a blast from the past, isn't it. ]
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also there's been something kind of ridiculously charged in the air since the minute derek showed up, and stiles is very, very quickly starting to figure out that riling him up is the best way to get him there.
it's probably the moon. he's so okay with that. the last full moon, they'd been getting murdered, so this is an excellent improvement. ]
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It's one part just who he is, one part the moon's sway. (It's entirely the fact that he's comfortable enough with Stiles to even do this.) So he's more than happy to meet his attempts at riling him up, exchanging metaphorical blows in a one-two hit.
This is infinitely better than how their last full moon went. Maybe this will set the bar for future full moons. ]
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[ stiles mutters that one to the wall behind him that's less likely to say blunt turn ons like that, and tries his best to think about things that aren't going to make him pop a boner in his b--in derek's lap. okay, most of the time that would be fine, but this is a special circumstance, and stiles is trying very hard to be a gentleman.
he lifts his hands to the ceiling in a gesture of innocence, but then promptly reaches down and grabs a handful of his ass instead. ]
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His eyes follow Stiles' hands as he raises them, but he knows better than to think that he's at all innocent.
And is then promptly proven correct in his suspicions.
With a heavy sigh, as if put-upon, he ducks in to press a fleeting kiss to the line of his jaw, gauging his reaction before he moves to leave an open-mouthed one at the space just below his ear. ]
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opened mouth kisses are perfectly a-okay with stiles, considering--he drops his head back, completely unafraid of being in the mouth of the wolf, and brings his hands back up to slide into his dark hair, finding longer strands he can curl his knuckles against. this is a boner free zone ok he's totally got this. ]
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So he figures if Stiles trusts him enough-- which is another thing entirely-- he's going to reward the trust. With human blunt teeth, he presses a careful bite against the spotted skin underneath his mouth. ]
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derek who he's making out with. oh well.
he fidgets a little in his lap until his legs aren't pretzeled around his waist still, using his knees as a support, and stiles is all too happy to allow him to nip at his neck. in fact, if he has weird marks there tomorrow, so be it. it does make a low "ohhh my god." come out of his mouth, but it's quiet and reverent compared to freaked out or anything similar, and stiles sighs, a pleased noise, and ruffles the hair in his fingers. ]
wait I haven't used this icon yet???
Who he is dating. A fact he's only admitted once or twice since it's happened. There aren't any labels attached, but they're there regardless.
Stiles' fidgeting is a little distracting, as it always is when it happens, but he just moves and settles his hands on his hips, thumbs slipping underneath the hem of his shirt and against warm skin. His shoulders shake a little in quiet laughter as Stiles makes his variety of noises, but he rewards them still with a nuzzle of his nose before another nip follows. ]
Oops.
his hands on his hips are entirely too warm in the best way possible, and stiles huffs, running his fingers through derek's hair again, a gesture that keeps him busy, keeps his hips from rocking forward and keeps things from going too fast. he's tried his damndest to keep his hormones in check--which is a herculean task for him, and he's bemoaned it to scott enough times since this started--because, well. his feelings for derek are a lot stronger than "like", lately, but he won't say that out loud. the dude's been through so much, he deserves a friggin reprieve.
so he just combs his fingers through again, nails scratching against his scalp, and hums at the small nip, pleased. ]
Much oops.
The fingers that keep combing through his hair are distracting just as much as they're soothing. It's not a gesture that Kate ever did, that's for sure--
And that comparison dawns on him, reminds him of Kate, and he tucks his face into the crook of Stiles' neck and goes still there. This is different, Stiles is different. This is warmth and comfort, even with the drive of the full moon and the heavy scent of hormones rolling off of the teenager. He breathes that in, breathes Stiles in, and slips a hand around from his hip, settling it in the small of his back as he draws his nose down the side of his neck. ]
Plenty of time for that icon later 8)
[ more often than not, the answer's no, but that's okay. stiles'll sit here and wait for him to get better, or, hell, stop doing it all together. he really, really gets it, understands why things can be so hesitant and stop and go--it has nothing to do with him, and everything to do with kate argent. or jennifer. or both.
it's messed up, derek's messed up, and that's okay. so's stiles, so they'll get through it together. ]
aww yisss.
He is absolutely damaged goods, but the fact that Stiles just waits, asks to make sure, helps. It helps a lot. He remembers every moment with Kate more than he'd like to, but the fact he can barely remember anything with Jennifer proves that there is no bliss in not knowing. It actually tends to make him sick, but he pushes it down.
When he pulls back he looks at Stiles, still human eyes scanning his face before he tips forward and bumps their noses, leaves a comparatively chaste kiss behind. ] Fine. I'm fine.
look at all these makeouts i can do better than jeff davis!!!
derek's screwed up, he's been screwed over by a lot of people, and if stiles is the one to help him heal that, then he'll take it.
his mouth quirks up in a faint, lopsided grin as he's kissed, and he chases after him for another sweet, chaste one, deadpanning-- ] Wanna cuddle and watch Luck of the Irish?
WOW SUCH BETTER MAKEOUTS
It'll be because Stiles helped him along the way. They can't fix everything, and Stiles shouldn't have to, but it helps.
Derek gives him an outright deadpan, expression flat, before he ducks forward again and bites him square on the mouth. It's not harsh or with intent to hurt, but it's not particularly nice, either. ] No. Absolutely not.
CONSENT, WHAT A FUNNY THING
[ but there's joking and laughter behind it--it didn't even hurt--and stiles moves the hand away from his hair to pinch at his hairy cheek instead. ] I'm pretty sure the dude gets turned into a leprechaun. You're not gonna get turned into a leprechaun, are you?
[ releasing his cheek, he pats it once--his form of returning the bite. ] Alternatively you could just put on the shirt, and let me stop annoying you about it for good. Five minutes of painless blackmail, and you have so done worse for me before.
CONSENT AND A LACK OF ABUSE