[ derek can't possibly know how their cat feels about stiles, but the reassurance that she doesn't hat him does make him feel a little bit better, if he's honest. it's one less thing to stress himself out about, though he's still going to feel bad for as long as it's going to take for her to come around to him again. the way she's been avoiding him today just reminded him of her behavior and her demeanor around him when he'd only just started trying to feed her back in the down. it took forever to get her to trust him enough to let him get close.
stiles tries not to think about her now, though. derek says she'll come around, so she'll come around, and all stiles can do is be patient and wait and do what he can to show her he's sorry. he moves on, his attention snagged on the bag derek drags up to the bed and sets in the space between them. stiles rests his elbows on his knees and leans forward a little, curiosity getting the better of him.
admittedly, stiles hadn't really given much thought to how he - or they, rather, as it seems to be - were going to handle carrying out the terms of his citation. he hadn't considered whether or not they had the proper... materials. it's possible that they probably could have improvised, but for some reason, this just makes stiles feel... safer.
he looks up as derek sets to set stuff out, watching his boyfriend more than he's watching what he's pulling out of the bag. he tilts his head slightly, silently wondering - why? derek didn't have to do this. he didn't have to go out of his way to make sure stiles had the means to be comfortable, especially after stiles was a little bit of a jerk to him earlier. but that's what this is - derek's... looking after him.
it's not the first time that stiles has found himself thinking that he doesn't deserve derek. he looks back down at the restraints, eyes wandering from one to the next. silently, he reaches out and sets the silk ropes aside, not to use, but to discard. they're too close to what was used during lupanar, and while he enjoyed his time with derek, he still feels a little bit weird about - everything else. he moves onto the gags next, as derek continues rifling through the bag.
the bone gag makes him laugh. it's soft and under his breath, but his chest rumbles with a low, stuttered sound when he squeezes it and it squeaks back at him. he says nothing, but looks up and arches a high brow at derek. he sets this one side with the silk.
stiles hasn't chosen a gag yet by the time derek pushes the bag at him. stiles pulls it closer and leans over it, pushing the plastic down. he's... silent, lips slightly parted so he can wet them. it's... full of toys, and not the kind stiles might put on a nice shelf for display. there are things he recognizes, things he doesn't, things he's curious about. he looks up when derek starts to explain.
again, stiles wonders how he got so lucky. in all of his frustration, stiles never once stopped to consider that he could spin this around. it never crossed his mind that maybe he - they - could turn this into something rewarding rather than reprimanding. stiles' heart flutters a little, and he feels the bottom of his neck start to get a little warm just under the scoop of his collar. he stares at derek for a few very long seconds, and then looks down.
he's... bashful. he's grateful, actually, to have someone like derek as his partner. stiles laughs a little, rustling the bag on purpose. ]
I - don't make fun of me, okay - but I don't even know what half of this stuff is for. [ he looks up, and he's still anxious, but it doesn't feel so sour anymore. ] You're... really good to me. I'm sorry for asking you to cancel plans if you had any. That was - I was just mad, and I wanted to get this done and out of the way. If you had stuff you wanted to do, it's okay. You can still do it. I've got thirty days to get this done.
[ stiles pauses for a moment, biting at the inside corner of his lip. ]
... But if you don't - you should pick which one.
[ stiles lowers his gaze over the short line of gags derek laid out, just in case he doesn't understand what he means. ]
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stiles tries not to think about her now, though. derek says she'll come around, so she'll come around, and all stiles can do is be patient and wait and do what he can to show her he's sorry. he moves on, his attention snagged on the bag derek drags up to the bed and sets in the space between them. stiles rests his elbows on his knees and leans forward a little, curiosity getting the better of him.
admittedly, stiles hadn't really given much thought to how he - or they, rather, as it seems to be - were going to handle carrying out the terms of his citation. he hadn't considered whether or not they had the proper... materials. it's possible that they probably could have improvised, but for some reason, this just makes stiles feel... safer.
he looks up as derek sets to set stuff out, watching his boyfriend more than he's watching what he's pulling out of the bag. he tilts his head slightly, silently wondering - why? derek didn't have to do this. he didn't have to go out of his way to make sure stiles had the means to be comfortable, especially after stiles was a little bit of a jerk to him earlier. but that's what this is - derek's... looking after him.
it's not the first time that stiles has found himself thinking that he doesn't deserve derek. he looks back down at the restraints, eyes wandering from one to the next. silently, he reaches out and sets the silk ropes aside, not to use, but to discard. they're too close to what was used during lupanar, and while he enjoyed his time with derek, he still feels a little bit weird about - everything else. he moves onto the gags next, as derek continues rifling through the bag.
the bone gag makes him laugh. it's soft and under his breath, but his chest rumbles with a low, stuttered sound when he squeezes it and it squeaks back at him. he says nothing, but looks up and arches a high brow at derek. he sets this one side with the silk.
stiles hasn't chosen a gag yet by the time derek pushes the bag at him. stiles pulls it closer and leans over it, pushing the plastic down. he's... silent, lips slightly parted so he can wet them. it's... full of toys, and not the kind stiles might put on a nice shelf for display. there are things he recognizes, things he doesn't, things he's curious about. he looks up when derek starts to explain.
again, stiles wonders how he got so lucky. in all of his frustration, stiles never once stopped to consider that he could spin this around. it never crossed his mind that maybe he - they - could turn this into something rewarding rather than reprimanding. stiles' heart flutters a little, and he feels the bottom of his neck start to get a little warm just under the scoop of his collar. he stares at derek for a few very long seconds, and then looks down.
he's... bashful. he's grateful, actually, to have someone like derek as his partner. stiles laughs a little, rustling the bag on purpose. ]
I - don't make fun of me, okay - but I don't even know what half of this stuff is for. [ he looks up, and he's still anxious, but it doesn't feel so sour anymore. ] You're... really good to me. I'm sorry for asking you to cancel plans if you had any. That was - I was just mad, and I wanted to get this done and out of the way. If you had stuff you wanted to do, it's okay. You can still do it. I've got thirty days to get this done.
[ stiles pauses for a moment, biting at the inside corner of his lip. ]
... But if you don't - you should pick which one.
[ stiles lowers his gaze over the short line of gags derek laid out, just in case he doesn't understand what he means. ]