[ Arching up against the fingers that look for purchase against his back, Derek squeezes the ones around his in response as his focus zeroes in on the way his hips tilt up, and he just wants to get his hands on him everywhere. The soft skin under his shirts, the warm stretch that makes up his throat, callouses on callouses. But he moves like he's just going to slip his touch down past the waistband.
Except then there's the interruption.
With his head bowed forward despite being lifted when he was tugged at, he doesn't catch a familiar shock of blonde before Stiles yelps. It's that that startles him, has him knocking the top of his head into the mirror so that they both produce very loud thuds against the glass-- but his is coupled with a loud swear in a completely different tone when he hears the familiar voice, and he drops his face to hide it against the shoulder in front of him.
It muffles a vaguely mortified noise and another string of profanity, and he stays right there because he doesn't want to see the look on Erica's face. ]
Get out of the men's restroom, Erica. [ Why is this his life. ] Five minutes.
Yes it is. BC
Except then there's the interruption.
With his head bowed forward despite being lifted when he was tugged at, he doesn't catch a familiar shock of blonde before Stiles yelps. It's that that startles him, has him knocking the top of his head into the mirror so that they both produce very loud thuds against the glass-- but his is coupled with a loud swear in a completely different tone when he hears the familiar voice, and he drops his face to hide it against the shoulder in front of him.
It muffles a vaguely mortified noise and another string of profanity, and he stays right there because he doesn't want to see the look on Erica's face. ]
Get out of the men's restroom, Erica. [ Why is this his life. ] Five minutes.