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Derek (surlier) wrote,

"I'm pretty sure you're the only one turned on by the fact that I have a master's degree." An eyebrow perked up, but he already knew about Stiles Internet time and how good that hadn't been for the younger man. "No," no torture, but the tips of his ears still turned red and he kept his face tucked into Stiles' shoulder.

"You could always find a school that offers those things, or community college, and do a year or two of general courses, all the prereq's and then finalize your field of study." It would give him more time to decide, and the community college was right there in the center of town. As long as he could transfer his credits, that could work.

That eyebrow perked up on the decision of titles from their kids. "I like daddy or papa too," he admitted quietly. "Stiles Stilinski, pack mom. I can't wait until one of our kids points out that you're actually pack papa," Derek said with a little laugh.

And had to bite back another one when Stiles got to deflowering. Only because it made him think about a field full of Stiles-flowers, their little faces turned up to the sun, and him running through it picking them. "Your virginity was never the compelling thing about you," he said quietly. "And you have every right to be upset, he's been ignoring you, focused on Kira, and then he didn't listen, but maybe we should find out why he can't accept it and work from there." He tilted his chin up to kiss the edge of Stiles' jaw. "And if you want, I can talk to him first and you can glare daggers at his crooked jaw through the window," he added, teasing, because it was a little bit easier than what came next.

"Yes, your body is going through changes and maybe you are just reacting to things, but --" what if the contraception was hurting Stiles? "What if it's because you're on birth control? Or maybe we need to have it changed--" He didn't know. "If it's the BC that's causing it, I don't want you on it." And if Stiles wasn't on it, there was no way that they were going to make it through his heat without him getting pregnant. His eyes flashed red, hands scraping down his sides until he could press their pelvises flush. There was no way he could get hard again, but that didn't stop him from wanting to be close. "I don't want it to be hurting you."