[ 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.
You'd have to find it, first. [ A growl vibrates at the back of his throat, giving a rumble to his words as he watches Stiles closely. Of course, that doesn't stop him from pinching at his cheek, and Derek scrunches his face in response to the gesture, one eye squinting almost shut in the process.
This is a far cry from their first interactions, which... well, he still deserved the hit to the steering wheel, in his opinion, but he's tried to make up for what he's done to Stiles otherwise. (Pulled his punch before they broke into the vault when he'd just been asking for that one, though.) ] No, I'm not going to turn into a leprechaun, you shit.
[ A gruff noise leaves him to accompany his growl, but he wraps his arms securely around Stiles, biceps flexing a little as he makes sure that he can't go anywhere. ] How about I put the shirt on you instead and keep it to blackmail you? That sounds like a great idea to me.
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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
This is a far cry from their first interactions, which... well, he still deserved the hit to the steering wheel, in his opinion, but he's tried to make up for what he's done to Stiles otherwise. (Pulled his punch before they broke into the vault when he'd just been asking for that one, though.) ] No, I'm not going to turn into a leprechaun, you shit.
[ A gruff noise leaves him to accompany his growl, but he wraps his arms securely around Stiles, biceps flexing a little as he makes sure that he can't go anywhere. ] How about I put the shirt on you instead and keep it to blackmail you? That sounds like a great idea to me.