[ all derek wants to do is take care of stiles. if he can't sleep, too blocked in by nightmares and anxiety, half-built by derek himself for maybe not being reassuring enough about the rosalind thing - well, he just wants to make it better. he wants to help stiles get through tonight, even if they stay in this bed together until it loops right around to 3am again and they finally fall asleep. he wants to stay cozy and safe, bubbled away with stiles somewhere good.
stiles says jesus, and derek's kind of cocky when he smiles, this time. his teeth show, until he presses his lips together and screws his mouth to the side, trying to hide the instant, overwhelming pride he feels in turning stiles on. the precision in how he gets stiles off is almost surgical. he alternates between slow and teasing to faster and tighter, always easing back and going slower whenever stiles starts to wake up too much. he wants to keep stiles boneless and lazy and happy.
completely and utterly taken care of. ]
Is this a daddykink thing? You want me to say I am your father while I'm jerking you off?
[ because - hey, he'll do anything for stiles, just give him the hat and the badge number to recite. derek moves in a little closer, folding his other arm underneath his ear to use as a makeshift pillow. stiles' boxers are starting to get in the way, so derek stops jerking him off just long enough to pull them down his thighs, freeing him under the covers, just out of sight.
he runs his fingertips down the middle of stiles' cock, and - that's when he kisses him. it's sleepy and lazy, the kind of kiss you give when you're just waking up on sunday morning, happy to wake up next to the person you love. derek closes his eyes into it and wraps his fist back around the head of stiles' cock, playing with the tip with his thumb, and he leans back, opening his eyes half-way. ]
Would it turn you on more if I got my trivia right, or... would it be hotter if I misquoted it and you got the chance to correct me?
[ don't lie, either - derek's pretty sure stiles gets a thrill out of being right, but he also seems to like it when derek proves what a secret fucking nerd he is, so. he's genuinely curious about which card would yield better results. ]
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stiles says jesus, and derek's kind of cocky when he smiles, this time. his teeth show, until he presses his lips together and screws his mouth to the side, trying to hide the instant, overwhelming pride he feels in turning stiles on. the precision in how he gets stiles off is almost surgical. he alternates between slow and teasing to faster and tighter, always easing back and going slower whenever stiles starts to wake up too much. he wants to keep stiles boneless and lazy and happy.
completely and utterly taken care of. ]
Is this a daddykink thing? You want me to say I am your father while I'm jerking you off?
[ because - hey, he'll do anything for stiles, just give him the hat and the badge number to recite. derek moves in a little closer, folding his other arm underneath his ear to use as a makeshift pillow. stiles' boxers are starting to get in the way, so derek stops jerking him off just long enough to pull them down his thighs, freeing him under the covers, just out of sight.
he runs his fingertips down the middle of stiles' cock, and - that's when he kisses him. it's sleepy and lazy, the kind of kiss you give when you're just waking up on sunday morning, happy to wake up next to the person you love. derek closes his eyes into it and wraps his fist back around the head of stiles' cock, playing with the tip with his thumb, and he leans back, opening his eyes half-way. ]
Would it turn you on more if I got my trivia right, or... would it be hotter if I misquoted it and you got the chance to correct me?
[ don't lie, either - derek's pretty sure stiles gets a thrill out of being right, but he also seems to like it when derek proves what a secret fucking nerd he is, so. he's genuinely curious about which card would yield better results. ]