What the hell is a Stiles? (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _stiles) wrote, |
Stiles chuckled when Derek nosed at his neck. He liked that. He'd like it even more when there was an obvious mark there. "Mm, but you know I like driving you crazy. That's my intention-" he said, mostly mouthing the words so that only Derek heard. "I'll make sure we can both make it through dinner, but I want you desperate by the time we get home."
The flare in Derek's eyes was all down to the talk of their pups, Stiles knew. He smirked, biting on his lip and trying to look as innocent as possible. The smirk slid right off of his face when Derek spoke, though, blinking rapidly as a blush crept up into his cheeks. He tried to rally himself as quickly as possible. "You just want to hear me speaking Polish, don't you?" Stiles asked, his cock pulsing softly between his legs at the way Derek had pronounced his name.
His eyes slid lazily down to the glass and then up to Derek's lips before they returned to meet his mate's gaze. "I'll just wait until you finish the glass and kiss me," he purred, looking at little bashful at the kisses to his knuckles. "It'll taste better on your tongue."
He had a few moments of smirking back at Derek before their table was approached by one of the alphas who had been sitting around them.
"You remind me of when I was your age," he rumbled happily, nodding at Derek. "My mate and I met in school. I just wanted to wish you both all the happiness." His eyes fell on Stiles. "You'll have beautiful children," he added. "Enjoy your date."
Stiles watched the man head to the front of the restaurant where an omega lady - obviously his mate - was smiling and waiting for him with their jackets.
"Thank you," Stiles called after them. It was the first time they'd been complimented on their relationship from someone who wasn't pack or family.