What the hell is a Stiles? (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _stiles) wrote, |
He smiled blearily when he was guided up, crawling up the bed and up Derek’s body, straddling Derek’s chest as he had before, leaning down and pressing his mouth to Derek’s. They both tasted of sex, everything smelt and felt like sex. Or them together. He could feel the gentle pulse in his neck where he’d been bitten, and it kept a gentle hum of pleasure rolling through him.
“I still really like you calling me baby,” Stiles whispered, pressing the words against Derek’s lips because he really didn’t want to be apart from him. “Makes me feel precious,” he grinned.
He felt exhausted now. Maybe they shouldn’t have had so much sex his first time, but it wasn’t as though he felt any adverse effects. Just his tiredness and the aching in his muscles.
Inching to the side, Stiles curled himself up in Derek’s arms, making sure to cover as much of his body as possible.
“Nap, shower, cake?” He suggested. It was still early in the evening, and though he didn’t think they could have more sex tonight, there were other things they could do.
“Maybe we could start on Voyager-“ Stiles murmured, nuzzling against the nearly faded mark on Derek’s neck. “Or Cabin in the Woods- that film is something-“ words were failing him a little now, warm and comfortable and so tired as he was. “I love you, Derek.”