[ derek's doing his best not to react to all the little things stiles is doing that makes him fall further and further in love. the twist in his expression, the fucking-- nipple pinch, which does earn an upside-down swat to the face with derek's free hand. stiles even punctuates what he means by fucking fucking into derek's fist, and that's so fucking cute and stupid and hot and stiles-y that derek barely manages to stop himself from kissing him again.
stiles asks for the full line again, and... derek gets it wrong.
but the thing is, he gets it wrong on purpose, and it's a low ball, easily pitched for stiles to bat away. derek's already implied he knows the line in question gets misquoted pretty often, and he's already implied he knows what the line in question actually is. he gets it wrong because he wants to hear stiles talk and correct him while derek tries to bring him closer and closer to coming. ]
Luke...
[ he jerks a little faster. faster, then faster still. he moves his fist up and down stiles' cock until stiles' eyes look just on the verge of being more alert, and then he stops, getting slower, slower. derek leans in, taking another one of those soft, chaste kisses, grunting against stiles' lips when stiles squeezes his sides. when he finishes quoting vader wrong, smirking like he knows full fucking well what he's doing, he's breathing against stiles, really letting him feel the line. ]
I am your father.
[ and then - he's moving. he's pulling away from stiles, taking his hand off his cock and sitting up on his knees. he's still over stiles, just a little, straddling his thigh, the covers that hadn't already been kicked off rolling down derek's back and pooling behind him. lightly, he leans down, kisses stiles on the neck, and - maybe he's waking him up more than he means to, now, maybe he's taking away the quiet. he hopes not by much. ]
And... uh.
[ he sits back up, leaning down, resting on stiles' leg. his hands go to the hem of his own shirt, and he tugs it off over his head, tossing it to the side. something falls, and derek won't realize until later, when he steps out of bed to shower, that he just knocked over stiles' cup of water. ]
I need to fuck you. That's - I'm not quoting the movie anymore. I just need to fuck you. I need you to fuck me. I need some kind of fucking, and I need it right now, and if you want to tell me you love me so that I can I know you, I'm more than okay with that.
[ look, he's really into hearing stiles talk about nerd shit. ]
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stiles asks for the full line again, and... derek gets it wrong.
but the thing is, he gets it wrong on purpose, and it's a low ball, easily pitched for stiles to bat away. derek's already implied he knows the line in question gets misquoted pretty often, and he's already implied he knows what the line in question actually is. he gets it wrong because he wants to hear stiles talk and correct him while derek tries to bring him closer and closer to coming. ]
Luke...
[ he jerks a little faster. faster, then faster still. he moves his fist up and down stiles' cock until stiles' eyes look just on the verge of being more alert, and then he stops, getting slower, slower. derek leans in, taking another one of those soft, chaste kisses, grunting against stiles' lips when stiles squeezes his sides. when he finishes quoting vader wrong, smirking like he knows full fucking well what he's doing, he's breathing against stiles, really letting him feel the line. ]
I am your father.
[ and then - he's moving. he's pulling away from stiles, taking his hand off his cock and sitting up on his knees. he's still over stiles, just a little, straddling his thigh, the covers that hadn't already been kicked off rolling down derek's back and pooling behind him. lightly, he leans down, kisses stiles on the neck, and - maybe he's waking him up more than he means to, now, maybe he's taking away the quiet. he hopes not by much. ]
And... uh.
[ he sits back up, leaning down, resting on stiles' leg. his hands go to the hem of his own shirt, and he tugs it off over his head, tossing it to the side. something falls, and derek won't realize until later, when he steps out of bed to shower, that he just knocked over stiles' cup of water. ]
I need to fuck you. That's - I'm not quoting the movie anymore. I just need to fuck you. I need you to fuck me. I need some kind of fucking, and I need it right now, and if you want to tell me you love me so that I can I know you, I'm more than okay with that.
[ look, he's really into hearing stiles talk about nerd shit. ]