benchwarming | [ open au ] moon baby

Really? [ Because that seems odd to Derek. ] Why?

Because I'm me? I'm research guy who got kidnapped by your uncle and bit by him. I got Scott bitten because I like to sneak around. I'm awesome at helping the people I fucked over, but I still get people into trouble. I'm just the weird ADD kid who can't focus.

[ He looks away as he says it, as if not wanting to see Derek's reaction. Normally he doesn't voice such thoughts out loud, feeling melodramatic if he does, but right now... he can't stop himself. ]

[ Derek pauses, watching Stiles sympathetically for a moment before reaching out to touch him and remind him that he's here. That they're here and that they're now bound to each other. ]

What I see is some sometimes annoying teenager who sticks his neck out too far to help others, and is selfless and reliable when it counts most. One that spends maybe too much time researching so he can get an edge on whatever happens and remains incredibly down to earth so the rest of us don't just... lift away.

[ Stiles leans into the touch and looks back at Derek, giving a small snort at the very end. ]

You make the pack sound like a bunch of balloons. [ But he rubs his cheek against Derek's hand. ] Thank you.

Well, we are a pack. [ He reminds Stiles casually, giving Stiles a little squeeze in response. ]

[ Stiles settles himself closer against Derek, as if that were possible, pressing his cheek into his hand. Way to kill the mood, Stiles, he thinks, but he also thinks this kind of heart to heart was more important. ]

[ On the upside, this is only the start of their day together which, now that Derek is thinking about it, feels almost like a honeymoon.

Moon. He doubts that was intentional.

He's leaning into Stiles' hand regardless and nuzzling against it. He wants to ask Stiles if they're just going to spend the day like this. Talking about things and being close like this but honestly, Derek can't bring himself to mind it. ]

[ Stiles had no true plan when he decided to skip and stay here. Honestly, he was just pissed at Scott and wanted to make sure Derek - his mate - was okay. Maybe it was a wolf thing but it didn't bother him too much.

He smiles a little at Derek and leans forward to kiss him again, slow and leisurely. He's still a virgin after all, and a little shy, but bold enough to do this. ]

[ Derek enjoys it, he enjoys Stiles being close in this way when months ago the thought was one that was stomped down as soon as it spawned. Now it was different, now Stiles was a werewolf. One of them and now his.

A rumble of contentment built in his chest as he kissed Stiles back, suddenly all too content with the idea of doing this all day. And maybe more.

If Stiles was up for it. ]

[ Derek wouldn't have needed to ask - Stiles felt like he could do anything with Derek. And he knew himself well enough that if he was uncomfortable, he'd stop the werewolf.

He curled a little closer to Derek, sliding his fingers through his hair and giving a soft pleased noise against Derek's mouth. ]

[ He tugged Stiles bottom lip between his teeth and gave a slight growl, suddenly feeling a little more playful with it now that Stiles had responded with such a sweet sound.

It had been a long time since he had last done this mutually or perhaps it was the first time, depending on which light you chose to take it under. ]

[ Stiles would have argued that Kate didn't count, and so he gave a small giggle that turned into a gentle groan when Derek bit his bottom lip and growled, pressing closer and trying his own gentle nip at Derek's mouth. ]

[ Derek realized he'd still have to be gentler with Stiles until the bite healed fully, otherwise any wound he might leave accidentally, still might take a bit to heal. So for now, he erred on the side of caution.

That didn't stop him from encouraging Stiles however. ]

[ The idea that werewolf mating might include a lot of biting wasn't something that had crossed Stiles' mind yet. But it should, especially considering he wanted to bite his teeth down into Derek.

He didn't, though, nipping again and then licking at the fading marks. ]

[ Derek lapped back. Really, the mating could be anything, though there was a part of Derek that was deeply curious to experience the fury and bloody version of it all.

His hands slid over Stiles, teasing the idea of massaging him but more or less just wanting to touch every inch of his body. ]

[ Stiles arched into those hands with a deep and pleased groan, fingers stroking through Derek's hair before fisting at the very base of it, clutching.

His tongue tangled with Derek's and he let it do so until he could feel a need for air arising and he pulled back, breathing deeply and scenting Derek. ]

[ So this was a thing. A very good thing, which kind of make Derek feel a touch drunk with the way Stiles' hands were moving through his hair and the kissing which was really nice.

He panted in an attempt to catch his own breath, happening to notice just how good Stiles smelt right now and only served to make him want more. ]

If I'm going to fast, tell me to stop.

[ He mumbled quickly as he moved to capture Stiles' mouth again with his own. ]

[ Stiles felt like he could not get enough of touching Derek and letting him touch him in turn.

When Derek spoke he laughed, breathless. ]

I'll tell you. But I'm really good with how we're going so far.

[ And with that he ducked down to kiss Derek back, nails scraping over the skin of his scalp carefully. ]

Good.

[ He growled into the next kiss, moving in a way that made him sit in a manner that made him more sizeable. His own hands raking down Stiles back with a light scratch. ]

[ Stiles groaned into the kiss. There was no denying that based off the last conversation, neither of them was exclusively top or bottom, but he found he enjoyed it when Derek loomed over him, bracketing him with his body.

Stiles arched his body, rubbing their chests together as his hips shifted restlessly and he whined, nails scratching along Derek's scalp and then his neck. ]

[ He groaned, enjoying every touch they exchanged and every kiss and maybe he had missed interactions like this more than he realized because he was suddenly finding it very hard to keep his train of thought innocent.

Like, clothes. That should be on the floor and there should be more skin touching skin. A lot more skin touching skin. ]

[ Stiles seemed to have the same idea because he pulled away, clawing at Derek's shoulders. ]

I - can we just get a lot more naked? [ He asked it with a sort of desperation and hope. ]

[ His eyes flashed red, half tempted to just rip Stiles' clothes off him at the question, but instead he just slowly gave a nod. Which turned into a much more eager nod, wasting no time pulling his own shirt off over his head a second later. ]

[ Stiles was pulling his shirts off too after a moment, revealing pale freckled skin and a body defined by running suicide runs for Finstock. But he wasn't focusing on how he looked when he moved the shirts aside, he was looking at Derek, and a moment later he ducked his head to mouth at one shoulder, fingers running over Derek's abs. ]

[ Derek was already aware that Stiles wasn't as defined as him and it was honestly something he appreciated. While he did want Stiles to be stronger, he didn't really want it to take away from who he was.

He let out a groan as Stiles' mouth found his shoulder, and hands found his abdomen. His own hands were trailing greedily over Stiles' chest and arms, still wanting more but enjoying this as well. ]

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i feel like i should mention that i'm using 'erred' in the middle english sense of the word

there... there's another way to use it?!...

dictionary says it can be used as "mistaken"........ .. .

i guess but i'm just like who would

that is a very good question

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I - I swore I responded to this, i deleted the email and everything

sfsdhig maybe you forgot to send it through? It happens.

but i sent it! my phone must have messed up

sob probably ;n;

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