[ there is no part of stiles that considers telling derek to stop. as much as he lacks the amount of confidence needed to do something as simple as being in front of someone without his shirt on, stiles is not uncomfortable in the slightest with derek touching him. it's someone else looking at him, being able to see that judgement in another person's eyes that makes him anxious and uneasy and too self-aware to be comfortable.
but he got through it with derek. even if derek was a little... distracted and pre-occupied and overridden by a deeper instinct to really notice all of stiles' flaws, stiles still got through it, and that's - progress. he breathes in deep when derek spreads his hand over his chest, like he just wants to feel him closer, push himself into the touch. he breathes out, letting his eyes close as his hand drifts down his side, stomach tensing only because it tickles a little.
and then he laughs, opening his eyes just so he can shoot derek an exaggerated, faux-disgusted look. ]
Oh, that's disgusting.
[ except it isn't, not really. something he'd have to get used to hearing coming from derek, but he doesn't think he'd hate it if he occasionally tossed out an affectionate pet name every once in a while. stiles lifts his hand just an inch or so when derek starts to move, letting him wriggle and settle before he lays his hand back down against his spine.
and then derek's hand inches lower, dips under the elastic of his waistband, settles against his thigh. stiles waits for a beat, but he just feels... safe. he feels comforted, at first, until derek's hand starts to move again, dipping lower, drifting inward, and stiles still feels safe, he always feels safe, but he also feels the distant pull of mild arousal start to warm him.
stiles sighs, slow and heavy. he swallows, lips parting a little, and if he subtly shifts his legs almost like an invitation before derek even gets his hand on his cock, well - stiles isn't exactly ashamed. he has to swallow again, wetting his bottom lip as his fingers flex gently against derek's lower back. he wants to close his eyes, but derek's looking at him, and he can't make himself look away. ]
Um. Mm. [ stiles' voice is just as quiet, still a little bit hoarse. he doesn't bother to clear his throat. he smiles kind of lazily after a moment, eyes still open, but half-lidded. ] Neither. They both just sound like... like an 'S'. You hear 'em both.
no subject
but he got through it with derek. even if derek was a little... distracted and pre-occupied and overridden by a deeper instinct to really notice all of stiles' flaws, stiles still got through it, and that's - progress. he breathes in deep when derek spreads his hand over his chest, like he just wants to feel him closer, push himself into the touch. he breathes out, letting his eyes close as his hand drifts down his side, stomach tensing only because it tickles a little.
and then he laughs, opening his eyes just so he can shoot derek an exaggerated, faux-disgusted look. ]
Oh, that's disgusting.
[ except it isn't, not really. something he'd have to get used to hearing coming from derek, but he doesn't think he'd hate it if he occasionally tossed out an affectionate pet name every once in a while. stiles lifts his hand just an inch or so when derek starts to move, letting him wriggle and settle before he lays his hand back down against his spine.
and then derek's hand inches lower, dips under the elastic of his waistband, settles against his thigh. stiles waits for a beat, but he just feels... safe. he feels comforted, at first, until derek's hand starts to move again, dipping lower, drifting inward, and stiles still feels safe, he always feels safe, but he also feels the distant pull of mild arousal start to warm him.
stiles sighs, slow and heavy. he swallows, lips parting a little, and if he subtly shifts his legs almost like an invitation before derek even gets his hand on his cock, well - stiles isn't exactly ashamed. he has to swallow again, wetting his bottom lip as his fingers flex gently against derek's lower back. he wants to close his eyes, but derek's looking at him, and he can't make himself look away. ]
Um. Mm. [ stiles' voice is just as quiet, still a little bit hoarse. he doesn't bother to clear his throat. he smiles kind of lazily after a moment, eyes still open, but half-lidded. ] Neither. They both just sound like... like an 'S'. You hear 'em both.