Derek (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} surlier) wrote, |
He pressed his grin into the mark as Boyd and Erica started cuddling on the floor, and the entire loft smelled like warm, happy pack.
It was good, even when she kept throwing him knowing smirks over her shoulder.
"Should I?" He rumbled, as cinnamon spice hit the air. Only one reason for that, and he mouthed at the mark, kissing and sucking at the broken skin as he listened to that little patter of Stiles' heartbeat.
He tugged, gently, on Isaac's curls. "Get down and snuggle with Erica," he said.
It took his beta a few tries to actually get moving, and he mostly slid from the couch to the floor. She took up what Derek had been doing, running her fingers through his hair until his arms were wrapped around the two of them, and Boyd's fingers were running up and down his nape.
"Are you two going to --" Erica asked as she watched them.
The only answer that Derek could give was the honest one. "Yep," and his lips slotted together with Stiles' and the kiss deepened with slick trades of tongue, his arms closing around his mate.
"We're not leaving," Erica pouted, but he couldn't find the time to break from Stiles to tell her good. Or that they were welcome to make a little party of their own if they wanted. It'd be up to them if Isaac joined them, but right now he was busy, hands stroking up and down his mate's sides from shoulder to hip.