Derek (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} surlier) wrote, |
"It's you, I promise it's you," he said lightly. Not teasing, because it was true. This reaction was all because of Stiles, and all Derek could do was ride this post-knot happy laziness. "Makin' me happy and relaxed. They should really put a warning on fertile omega's for inducing that type of behavior," and now he was teasing. "But I suppose it's my cross to bear--" he said dramatically, hand curling around the dip in his waist and dragging him bodily closer until they managed to separate for a shower.
It took him a minute too, getting used to the plug inside him, but post knot his prostate was a little less swollen, and he could deal with this.
Sure he could.
He might end up humping Stiles on the dinner table, but he could deal.
Once he smelled a little less like he'd spent the afternoon covered in come, he came out of the steaming bathroom to get dressed. There was a brief mental debate over white shirt or black, but black ultimately got chosen. They were going to that little Italian place in town and white -- no. Black it was, the top two buttons left undone as he tucked them into his blue jeans.
And maybe he should know better than to go commando with Stiles here, but it'd also mean less to take off when they got home. That won out, at least until he saw his mate. "You look -- gorgeous, Stiles," he said quietly, reaching out to tangle his fingers in the belt loops of his jeans and pull him close for a quick kiss.
"Let's go." If they stayed, with Stiles looking like that -- yeah, they'd never make it to dinner.
"My mom and dad always used to eat here on their anniversaries," he confessed quietly on the ride there. "They used to bring us with them when we were little, and once we were old enough, they made us stay home," he said with a little laugh. Accurately, they wanted to be sappy and romantic and none of the kids wanted to watch. It always worked out fine.