What the hell is a Stiles? (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _stiles) wrote, |
He listened to Derek, listened to the details of the conversation he'd had with Deaton, and nodded his head. It made sense, he supposed. And he wanted to give Derek babies so badly. He'd gone from zero to one thousand on that in such a short space of time.
"I'm not complaining," Stiles said affectionately. "I know Deaton said I'm fertile, that there's nothing wrong with me, that we need to wear five condoms for safety, but I want it so badly, Der. I want to give you little pack members with your name and your blood and your eyes, and nose, and your teeth." He pressed a kiss to Derek's cheek, and obediently went ahead and started on breakfast.
"Pants, boo," Stiles murmured, words half muffled by Derek's chest. "Hmph. I suppose we should do something, get used to being clothed and not laying on top of each other," he huffed, as though it were the biggest problem they could possibly face. "S'nice, though. I like your fingers on me. And in me-" he smirked. Later- later he and Derek would very much enjoy themselves. But they had to behave, didn't they? The betas would probably be okay with them touching, with heavy petting, possibly with more, because Derek was their alpha, Stiles was his mate- But Scott wouldn't put up with it. Stiles worried he'd either fight Derek because of their familial bond, or he'd fight Derek because Stiles' scent would confuse him.
"Kay, okay, I'll go look for pants," he pushed himself to his feet and swayed his hips as he headed for the bedroom again. "But only because it's fun when you rip them off of me."
Scott text when he was on his way, when Stiles was once again covering Derek with his own body, sitting in his lap, treating him to slow, deep kisses. It was afternoon, they hadn't had sex for hours, a gentle make-out session was fine, right? And Stiles was only a little bit wet. Sure, he wanted Derek's fingers inside him now, but they were behaving. Technically.
He could hear the creak of the elevator even without wolf hearing, and he grumbled, finally sliding off of Derek's lap, straightening his clothes out, and putting himself into the headspace of 'I'm really glad to see my best friend even though he's a complete jackass'.