and I know the call of my unborn sons colors all I've done.

[hypercompetent]

 

Son, hear your father clear deep in your heart; ❝ Son, know your enemy as I would have them know my son. ❞

the murderpupsau catchall post

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[triskeles]

[ Totally, Stiles. And he definitely can't smell that, either.

Turning fully, Derek shuts the drawer are he selects a pair of pants. He leans against the dresser, unfolding the pants calmly as he considers the sarcastic comment. It's easier than thinking on whether or not he should stick to similar thoughts. They have basically been dating for months now, never mind the kiss and the heat behind it earlier.

But they should probably avoid anything more than that. (Even though he's questioning the merits of it in his head. Yes, that person/wolf/Greek god did very much want to kiss Stiles. Among other things.)

He starts to pull the pants on, sort of glad they at least didn't stay downstairs. ]

[hypercompetent]

[He probably should be glad, considering Stiles is practically wafting hormones. And it's embarrassing, because he knows that Derek can smell it, he knows he can tell, and he sneakily reaches for a pillow and pulls it on his lap. He's okay. Totally smooth.

Stiles watches him tug on his pants for a minute, contemplative and quiet, almost mourning the loss of his butt in those pants and turning his gaze innocently towards the ceiling. Think not Derek related thoughts. Lydia. No, think not Lydia related thoughts. Think something disgusting. Something that isn't Derek frickin' Hale who's been practically dating him for months. In reality, it probably wouldn't be wrong, he could just...No, okay. These are not helping. Cold shower thoughts.

Christ.]

[triskeles]

[ A loud snort leaves him as Stiles puts the pillow in his lap, and Derek settles his hands on the dresser behind him, leaning and laughing quietly. It's a little bit mean, but it's hilarious, he can't help it. That's so not smooth, Stiles. At all. Inclining his head towards him, a little grin on his face.

He caused it, sure, but still. He didn't think it'd have such an outstanding effect on him. That's definitely something he'll keep in mind for later (because he's sure there'll be a later, at this rate). ]

You okay there?

[hypercompetent]

[ E Y E R O L L ]

Oh shut up.

[triskeles]

[ Pushing off the dresser, Derek strides over to him calmly before leaning down into his space, head cocked and eyes briefly flashing in the dim light of the room. ]

Make me.

[hypercompetent]

[There's a moment of silence, just a couple seconds, as Stiles catches the slight red of his eyes. His mouth twists into a grin as he realizes whats going on and like a loaded spring, he shifts forward and kisses him, hard, putting both his hands in his hair and kissing the everloving hell out of him.

Generally, Stiles was the one getting shut up. It was kind of nice to return the favor.]

[triskeles]

[ To be fair, Derek's figured out this is a fairly effective way to shut Stiles up now. Even if it's only temporary.

Here, though, now that he's been appropriately baited, he threads his fingers through the thick hair at the back of his head and kisses back just as hard. With an easy shift, he puts a knee on the bed and pushes forward, using his weight to tip them back. This is probably a bit much, but he can't find it in himself to care. ]

[hypercompetent]

[Stiles goes with him immediately, his back hitting the bed with a soft thump. On the inside he's pretty much celebrating, and it's only being smothered by the other, much more pressing feeling of holding Derek in the kiss above him. Shifting his leg up to get more comfortable, Stiles drags one of the hands from his hair down Derek's back, sitting up in a curve, just enough to keep a firm amount of control on the kiss.

If he wanted to, Derek could completely overpower him. Stiles just knows he won't. (And that's part of the reason why this--all of this, not just the making out, although that's pretty awesome too, is amazing.)]