[ the moment derek starts to smirk, stiles knows what's coming. don't make fun of me apparently means tease the shit out of me, you handsome bastard. stiles rolls his eyes, he rolls his entire head before derek can even get started, but he's more amused than he is annoyed - actually, he isn't really annoyed at all. he lets derek poke his fun, idly picking up the nylon rope to pull it through his fingers to see if he likes how it feels. he doesn't, so he puts it aside with the silk.
stiles could defend himself, even though there's not much to defend. yes, he has fallen down a weird rabbit hole and spent a decent amount of time reading about all kinds of sex-related shit - but he's also a teenager, and there's only so much he can read and look at and try to imagine before he winds up with a rock-hard dick and very little impulse control. and it's kind of hard to read while jerking off, so obviously stiles has had to pause during his research. quite often.
anyway, that's not important. stiles lazily gives him the finger and then reaches with the same hand to touch another restraint, fingers prodding at the handcuffs. he seems to linger on these longer than the first two so far, contemplative, unsure. his dad's a cop, he's the sheriff - it's probably not a good idea to turn a part of his dad's job into something potentially sexual and kinky, but he's curious. he doesn't set them aside, but he does move on.
stiles glances up briefly, catches derek smiling as he looks at the black bag full of toys. his stomach swoops for a moment - so far, he and derek haven't really... explored anything involving toys, and stiles is more than okay with that. the sex he has with derek is incredible, every single time, and he's never wanted for more, never wanted anything else. the thought of trying something a little different, something new to them, makes him a little bit excited, but it also makes him really nervous.
derek distracts him easily, though, with stupid, sweet words. stiles doesn't ever want to be the kind of person who presents derek with an ultimatum, forces him to choose between himself and something else, but it makes him feel safe and protected to hear derek say that he'll always be there for stiles. he huffs a quiet, affectionate sort of laugh through his nose, wets his lips, nods like he understands.
quietly, stiles watches Derek's hands. he follows them as they touch each gag, anticipating building in him slowly. he wants to know what derek is thinking about each one, but he doesn't ask. stiles has never been properly gagged before, which is kind of objectively hilarious. the closest he's come was when the nogitsune was in possession of his body, and everyone was tired of him … talking shit, basically. they'd taped his mouth closed. this is different. this is kind of scary in a different way, but he trusts derek. he trusts him to get him through to the other side of six hours.
derek picks something with blue ribbon. stiles wonders if he does it on purpose - he likes blue, it's his favorite color - or if it's just the one that seems the most comfortable and the least intimidating. absently, he flexes his jaw and touches his tongue to the roof of his mouth, imagining what it'll feel like in his mouth.
he looks up, finds derek looking at him almost kind of hesitantly. stiles smiles faintly and nods. ]
Yeah. Yeah, okay. I like... the blue.
[ the blue, which has no impact on whether or not the gag will be comfortable, but that's apparently his strongest opinion about it right now. he likes that it's blue.
glancing down, stiles reaches a hesitant hand toward the discard pile he started. he nudges the bone gag aside, then curls his fingers around the silk restraints. ]
I, um. I'm... not sure if I want this? These. But I think everything else is just going to rub or bite too much.
[ because he's annoying and fidgety and he's bound to be the same while tied down, and while a little rope burn would probably be fine, stiles isn't interested in having to make excuses for any suspicious and/or obvious marks, if someone were to see them and ask, afterwards. ]
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stiles could defend himself, even though there's not much to defend. yes, he has fallen down a weird rabbit hole and spent a decent amount of time reading about all kinds of sex-related shit - but he's also a teenager, and there's only so much he can read and look at and try to imagine before he winds up with a rock-hard dick and very little impulse control. and it's kind of hard to read while jerking off, so obviously stiles has had to pause during his research. quite often.
anyway, that's not important. stiles lazily gives him the finger and then reaches with the same hand to touch another restraint, fingers prodding at the handcuffs. he seems to linger on these longer than the first two so far, contemplative, unsure. his dad's a cop, he's the sheriff - it's probably not a good idea to turn a part of his dad's job into something potentially sexual and kinky, but he's curious. he doesn't set them aside, but he does move on.
stiles glances up briefly, catches derek smiling as he looks at the black bag full of toys. his stomach swoops for a moment - so far, he and derek haven't really... explored anything involving toys, and stiles is more than okay with that. the sex he has with derek is incredible, every single time, and he's never wanted for more, never wanted anything else. the thought of trying something a little different, something new to them, makes him a little bit excited, but it also makes him really nervous.
derek distracts him easily, though, with stupid, sweet words. stiles doesn't ever want to be the kind of person who presents derek with an ultimatum, forces him to choose between himself and something else, but it makes him feel safe and protected to hear derek say that he'll always be there for stiles. he huffs a quiet, affectionate sort of laugh through his nose, wets his lips, nods like he understands.
quietly, stiles watches Derek's hands. he follows them as they touch each gag, anticipating building in him slowly. he wants to know what derek is thinking about each one, but he doesn't ask. stiles has never been properly gagged before, which is kind of objectively hilarious. the closest he's come was when the nogitsune was in possession of his body, and everyone was tired of him … talking shit, basically. they'd taped his mouth closed. this is different. this is kind of scary in a different way, but he trusts derek. he trusts him to get him through to the other side of six hours.
derek picks something with blue ribbon. stiles wonders if he does it on purpose - he likes blue, it's his favorite color - or if it's just the one that seems the most comfortable and the least intimidating. absently, he flexes his jaw and touches his tongue to the roof of his mouth, imagining what it'll feel like in his mouth.
he looks up, finds derek looking at him almost kind of hesitantly. stiles smiles faintly and nods. ]
Yeah. Yeah, okay. I like... the blue.
[ the blue, which has no impact on whether or not the gag will be comfortable, but that's apparently his strongest opinion about it right now. he likes that it's blue.
glancing down, stiles reaches a hesitant hand toward the discard pile he started. he nudges the bone gag aside, then curls his fingers around the silk restraints. ]
I, um. I'm... not sure if I want this? These. But I think everything else is just going to rub or bite too much.
[ because he's annoying and fidgety and he's bound to be the same while tied down, and while a little rope burn would probably be fine, stiles isn't interested in having to make excuses for any suspicious and/or obvious marks, if someone were to see them and ask, afterwards. ]