Derek (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} surlier) wrote, |
He didn't ask then, as Stiles didn't seem to want to say anything, but he could smell when sadness turned to the bright-sharp of anger, and he glanced over his shoulder as Stiles met him in the kitchen. "Absolutely." It wasn't fancy, but it seemed a little ridiculous to be when It was only them. Grabbing a spoon out of the drawer, he picked up the box with the cake in it.
"It will definitely distract me," he said with a grin. "But its only us here. Don't bother putting any on. I like being distracted by you." As if to prove it, he wiggles his hips a little in Stiles' grasp, and pressed back until his ass fit nicely against his pelvis. There was no way he was ready to go again, but he still enjoyed th feeling of being that close before he turned slowly and looped his arms around his neck.
"Do you want to talk about what's bothering you? You smelled sad earlier, but you came out of the bedroom pissed." Not with him, Derek knew that, but something had happened. He nosed under his jaw and kissed close to his pulse point. "Talk to me."