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Derek (surlier) wrote,

"He smells like the inside of a Twinkie," Derek confided to him quietly. It was so very general and not at all like what Stiles smelled like to him, but then, he wasn't Isaac's mate. His mate would likely be able to pick out individual notes in his scent. And it'd be far more personal than Derek saying he smelled like the inside of a Twinkie.

"If that's something all of you want." His gaze met Erica, who very much looked like she'd love to have Isaac spread out under her, to Boyd who didn't look phased at all, and finally to Isaac who was blushing into the roots of his curls.

He grinned a little at the comment, and more when he felt Stiles pressing back into him. "A different big, strong Alpha," he told her. Even if he wanted to have sex with someone else, Derek wasn't sure he could. Or that he'd ever be able to without constantly comparing them to Stiles and finding them lacking.

They could all smell it when she mentioned Scott, heard the little uptick in Stiles' heart beat. So, Stiles thought so too.

"Let Isaac decide who he wants to help him through, if anyone." Isaac was old enough to make that decision on his own and to find someone, if he wanted anyone, to help him through. "If he wants our help, he can ask." Everyone could be happy with that, and nodded slightly towards his beta. Decision made, he snuggled into Stiles' back, hands kneading at his sides.