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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[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.)]