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Derek (surlier) wrote,

"I like satisfy rather than handle. And keeping you safe if we're talking about this around your dad." The Sheriff already knew they'd been having some sort of sex, but he'd also made it clear that he didn't want it thrown up in his face and Derek intended to make sure it wasn't.

Especially when he was being so good about the rest of it.

There was a slight flare in his eyes when Stiles mentioned him eating his dinner off him. Chocolate and cherry smeared over all that pale skin, only to be wiped clean by his tongue -- he had to duck his head down until the red faded from his eyes. He could still smell though - could scent the faint traces of slick and arousal.

"Everything about him drives me crazy. It's easy to be confident," he said, finally looking back up. "I'm very lucky to have him and our pups will be lucky to have him as a father."

The tip of his tongue poked out to wet his lips. "Was he? When we finally did touch -- I couldn't stop. Didn't want to stop. And he didn't seem to want me to stop either. It's a good thing." But he'd never known that Stiles had thoughts before, of them kissing, touching, a little hand holding beneath the blanket or --

No, if he thought about it anymore he wasn't going to be able to decently walk out of here.

Stiles appeared done with his meal, and before Derek broached his nervousness, he gestured to the waiter. He got a box for the rest of his dinner, ordered dessert for both of them to go, and smiled when the man said he'd bring the check over.

"What part makes you nervous?" He asked as soon as the man was out of range to hear. He'd been nervous his first time -- nervous and aroused, and young. It seemed so far away now, but he still remembered and squeezed Stiles' hand, leaning in to brush his nose up the side of his neck. "Talk to me, baby."