2nd DEREK/STILES AND DYLAN/TYLER H POST!
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Previous prompting posts: round one, round one favorites, round two, round two recs and favorites, round three, spoilery prompt post, the other pairings post, the gen and pack fic post and the
first Derek/Stiles and Dylan/Tyler H post.
This meme is closed. Please see tnw_kinkmeme for your Teen Wolf kink needs ( Read more... )
“Derek...” Stiles says. He feels gutted. He wants to drag Derek into a hug and then raise Kate Argent from the dead just so he can kill her again. He must have said some of that out loud, because Derek is shaking his head and pulling Stiles against his chest. “I’m sorry,” he gasps, winded by the sudden move. “I’m kind of an asshole, which I guess sucks for you--”
“I’m kind of an asshole, too,” Derek interrupts him. Which is true, Stiles can’t disagree there. He makes a humming noise of assent once he gets his breath back and Derek sighs. “You should have someone better.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Stiles tells him immediately, voice mild. “My original plan involved punching you in the penis, don’t make me reconsider.”
There’s a choked off laugh and Derek nods against his shoulder, taking in a deeply suspicious breath that Stiles suspects may be more about Stiles’ mate-ly aroma than any sort of emotion breathlessness. “Okay.”
“And there’s going to be dating. It doesn’t have to be like, right away or anything, but soon.”
“Okay.”
“If you’re cool with that,” Stiles hastens to add. It would really suck if Derek wasn’t, but he’s not going to be another person rolling all over Derek’s ability to say no.
“I am,” Derek says, and Stiles grins into his shoulder. “You’re okay?”
“I’m awesome.” Stiles corrects. “This is going to be totally awesome.”
Derek pulls back, cups Stiles’ face in his hands. He’s smiling. It’s a little weird, but Stiles smiles back. Then Derek leans in and presses his lips against Stiles’. It’s soft and way more gentle than he’d ever imagined Derek’s kisses to be. It makes him hope that he’s not actually going to die a virgin, and he tries not to laugh at Derek’s face when he tells him that. Stiles breaks the line of mountain ash, and they play Call of Duty and then Derek demonstrates his newfound resolution to matehood by letting Stiles try his damnedest to leave a mark on him. With his mouth.
And Stiles doesn’t feel even a little sick.
End~
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Nice job Author Anon.
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Thanks XD
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