[ it doesn't register right away why there's a sliver of something cool sliding against his cock, overpowered by the gentle warmth of derek's fist circled around him. it's just - a subtle contrast of feeling, and it's kind of nice, and stiles' sleepy brain tells him it's good even if he hasn't really tried to process why derek wearing the ring he got him while jerking him off with the same hand is - attractive.
stiles pinches derek's back in retaliation, but it feels more like a lazy knead than anything else. it's not lame, it's just - smart. you can hear both letters, they just sound the same, and if he wasn't so easily distracted by the slow, soft pulls of derek's fist, he'd make his point.
as it stands, stiles' cock thickens easily under derek's attention. he shifts his legs again when derek slides his in between them, lifting one of his knees an inch to make it that much easier for derek to stay close, and though he's content to just let derek stroke him, he can't help the way he starts roll his hips forward to meet him, so, so slowly, so subtly.
and then derek takes his hand away. stiles makes a soft, disappointed noise in the back of his throat, mostly unintentional, vaguely needy, his eyes snapping up to meet derek's. his lips part like he means to ask him why he'd tease, but the words fall short. derek draws his hand up, licks his own palm. stiles' toes curl a little, thighs squeezing gently around derek's leg, voice a rough whisper just because he can't manage anything else with derek smiling at him like he knows just how easy stiles can be. ]
Jesus.
[ he punctuates it with a breathy little 'ah' when derek takes him back in his hand again, wet and hot and stroking a little bit faster than before. stiles' eyes flutter closed, his hand on derek's back drifting to his side, blunt fingernails dragging lightly.
derek tells him to keep talking which - sounds like a lot of effort right now, but he's also flattered. and also somewhat amused that he asks him to talk about fucking george lucas of all things. he doesn't want to talk about george lucas.
but he'll talk about star wars. ]
George Lucas is - George Lucas, who cares. [ stiles does, a little, just not right now. ] There's this one line in - in episode five. Vader says it, everybody quotes it.
[ stiles blinks his eyes open to look at derek, vision a little fuzzy in the dark. he slides his hand up derek's torso, up under his shirt, palm sliding over his pec. he's still got his ring on, too, never takes it off. ]
D'you know what I'm talking about? What's the line?
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stiles pinches derek's back in retaliation, but it feels more like a lazy knead than anything else. it's not lame, it's just - smart. you can hear both letters, they just sound the same, and if he wasn't so easily distracted by the slow, soft pulls of derek's fist, he'd make his point.
as it stands, stiles' cock thickens easily under derek's attention. he shifts his legs again when derek slides his in between them, lifting one of his knees an inch to make it that much easier for derek to stay close, and though he's content to just let derek stroke him, he can't help the way he starts roll his hips forward to meet him, so, so slowly, so subtly.
and then derek takes his hand away. stiles makes a soft, disappointed noise in the back of his throat, mostly unintentional, vaguely needy, his eyes snapping up to meet derek's. his lips part like he means to ask him why he'd tease, but the words fall short. derek draws his hand up, licks his own palm. stiles' toes curl a little, thighs squeezing gently around derek's leg, voice a rough whisper just because he can't manage anything else with derek smiling at him like he knows just how easy stiles can be. ]
Jesus.
[ he punctuates it with a breathy little 'ah' when derek takes him back in his hand again, wet and hot and stroking a little bit faster than before. stiles' eyes flutter closed, his hand on derek's back drifting to his side, blunt fingernails dragging lightly.
derek tells him to keep talking which - sounds like a lot of effort right now, but he's also flattered. and also somewhat amused that he asks him to talk about fucking george lucas of all things. he doesn't want to talk about george lucas.
but he'll talk about star wars. ]
George Lucas is - George Lucas, who cares. [ stiles does, a little, just not right now. ] There's this one line in - in episode five. Vader says it, everybody quotes it.
[ stiles blinks his eyes open to look at derek, vision a little fuzzy in the dark. he slides his hand up derek's torso, up under his shirt, palm sliding over his pec. he's still got his ring on, too, never takes it off. ]
D'you know what I'm talking about? What's the line?