[ stiles paws through the contents of the bag, setting aside what he doesn't want. the silk ropes are gone, and that's... fine. derek brought them because they're softer, less likely to dig into stiles' skin or leave ropeburn if he was held in place for too long - six hours is a fucking trek - but they're easy enough to get out of, and something more sturdy might be more beneficial, given that stiles is a wriggly son of a bitch.
there are a few other options to play with, other than rope. handcuffs, if stiles wants to play the detective route. zipties. belts, specifically designed for this. it's all actually kind of intimidating, once derek's seeing it laid out in front of him - when he was at the store, he just kind of frantically grabbed whatever he could in case stiles had a preference, but now that they're here, he just feels like kind of a pervert. or, like. a hunter.
derek's got his head down, teetering on the edge of self-conscious. when stiles laughs, it snags his attention, and he looks up in time to see him say don't make fun of me. derek listens, eyebrows narrowing, and... a lot of that self-consciousness fades in one hard blow. stiles tells him to pick a gag, he apologizes for holding him up, and yes, great, that's all very well and good, but derek holds up his hand to stop him from talking. ]
Hold on.
[ hold on. hold on? hold the fuck on. derek grins, this slow spread of a smirk that starts at the corner of his lips and spreads inwards. hold on. ]
I don't believe you for a fucking second. You're telling me - you, Stiles Stilinski, are telling me - that you've never gone down a weird rabbit hole on wikipedia and learned way too much about the sex toy industry? You've never put off doing your math homework by looking up obscure sex toys worth sending to yourself as a "prank" on your birthday? I don't even know who I'm dating anymore.
[ but - okay, okay, maybe that counts as making fun of stiles, so he shakes his head with a playful roll of his eyes and lets this part of the conversation die. he's still smiling as he looks back at the bag, but - it's hard not to feel kind of nervous. this is a pretty new frontier for them. he's, uh. he's not sure he's ready. he's not sure if stiles is ready. he might just end up, like, tying him down and jerking him off, like the boring piece of shit he is. but.
the options are there. derek chews his bottom lip for a second, darting his eyes back up. he can't really figure out where he wants to look. ]
Anyway. C'mon. I'll always be around when you need me. You should know that by now. I'd drop all my plans for you.
[ not that he had any plans, but even if he did, stiles comes first. derek thumbs over the gags, each still in their individual packaging. there's something he sets his eyes on - it's just your run of the mill bar gag, but it's held together with a pretty blue ribbon, and stiles has always looked good in blue. derek fingers the plastic edge of the package, looking at stiles from the corner of his eye. ]
[ 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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there are a few other options to play with, other than rope. handcuffs, if stiles wants to play the detective route. zipties. belts, specifically designed for this. it's all actually kind of intimidating, once derek's seeing it laid out in front of him - when he was at the store, he just kind of frantically grabbed whatever he could in case stiles had a preference, but now that they're here, he just feels like kind of a pervert. or, like. a hunter.
derek's got his head down, teetering on the edge of self-conscious. when stiles laughs, it snags his attention, and he looks up in time to see him say don't make fun of me. derek listens, eyebrows narrowing, and... a lot of that self-consciousness fades in one hard blow. stiles tells him to pick a gag, he apologizes for holding him up, and yes, great, that's all very well and good, but derek holds up his hand to stop him from talking. ]
Hold on.
[ hold on. hold on? hold the fuck on. derek grins, this slow spread of a smirk that starts at the corner of his lips and spreads inwards. hold on. ]
I don't believe you for a fucking second. You're telling me - you, Stiles Stilinski, are telling me - that you've never gone down a weird rabbit hole on wikipedia and learned way too much about the sex toy industry? You've never put off doing your math homework by looking up obscure sex toys worth sending to yourself as a "prank" on your birthday? I don't even know who I'm dating anymore.
[ but - okay, okay, maybe that counts as making fun of stiles, so he shakes his head with a playful roll of his eyes and lets this part of the conversation die. he's still smiling as he looks back at the bag, but - it's hard not to feel kind of nervous. this is a pretty new frontier for them. he's, uh. he's not sure he's ready. he's not sure if stiles is ready. he might just end up, like, tying him down and jerking him off, like the boring piece of shit he is. but.
the options are there. derek chews his bottom lip for a second, darting his eyes back up. he can't really figure out where he wants to look. ]
Anyway. C'mon. I'll always be around when you need me. You should know that by now. I'd drop all my plans for you.
[ not that he had any plans, but even if he did, stiles comes first. derek thumbs over the gags, each still in their individual packaging. there's something he sets his eyes on - it's just your run of the mill bar gag, but it's held together with a pretty blue ribbon, and stiles has always looked good in blue. derek fingers the plastic edge of the package, looking at stiles from the corner of his eye. ]
This?
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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. ]