“As happy as that makes me when I hear you say that, I don’t think we’re the ones you need to be afraid of right now.”
”You know, something makes it really hard to look you in the eye now that I’ve laid on top of you.”
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@ Derek
“Yeah..” Derek said, just supporting Stiles’ choice. He didn’t really care much about the colour of the collars for the pups. And the collar he was really interested in was already chosen.Once they were back in the car on their way back, he shot Stiles, who was sitting in the passengers seat again, a quick glance. “Feeling better? You wanted something to eat, right?”
He was smiling softly as they paid, and soon he was back in the car, his headache forgotten. But when Derek mentioned it, he felt the dull throb.
“Yeah. I feel a bit better,” he admitted, smiling. “Food would make it even better, and maybe a little bit of ‘play’ for us when we get home.” He purred.
“Let me guess.. hamburgers?” Derek asked, already heading the right way to Stiles’ favourite fast food chain. “Play sounds good to me.” Oh, seriously. What was that noise? Stiles was really good at making Derek want him when it wasn’t the right time for that.
“When will your dad be home?”
“Hamburgers would be great, oh my god, you’re amazing,” he was grinning ear-to-ear now, a true Cheshire grin. He leaned his head back against the seat, trying to force his mind to NOT wander back to thinking about the collar that was in a bag by his feet.
“He’s working late again.”
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“I didn’t say I don’t like it. I just said it’s not a fetish..” he replied, smirking. How did that even happen? The first couple of times he slammed Stiles into walls/doors/cars had been strictly for threatening purposes. Somewhere along the way that must have developed into his way of bearing with the sexual tension that had developed between them before they had gotten together.
Derek looked down on Stiles, cocking his head to the side. His eyebrows wandered up a bit, showing his amusement over the way Stiles’ was behaving. (As well as his disapproval over this new nickname). He climbed onto the bed, settling his knee between Stiles’ thighs and leaning over him; his hands next to Stiles’ sides, holding him up.
“I thought I told you not to give me nicknames.” he said with a voice deep enough to sound threatening.
Stiles shuddered. “True.” He shifted to try and push his groin towards the knee between his legs, wanting that wonderful, sinful pressure. He looked up at Derek with a shiteating grin on his face as he tried to grind against him.
He rolled his eyes at the supposedly threatening tone of voice, looking up at Derek with a raised eyebrow himself. “Yeah? I thought I told you you didn’t scare me.” He replied, easily, arching his body up off the bed.
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@ Derek
Derek kissed back, holding back from grabbing the collar and pulling Stiles closer with it. He watched Stiles’ fingers play with the leather band and put his hands into his pockets.“Then that’s a yes.” he said. “But we still need the collars we originally came for..”
Stiles grinned against his lips, reaching up to un-clasp the collar from behind his neck. He gripped it firmly, smiling. “That we do.”
He scanned the racks until he found two puppy-safe collars, picking out a purple one and a light green one. “These good?” He asked, handing them to Derek. After confirmation, he headed towards the care aisle, getting puppy formula and puppy food.
“Yeah..” Derek said, just supporting Stiles’ choice. He didn’t really care much about the colour of the collars for the pups. And the collar he was really interested in was already chosen.
Once they were back in the car on their way back, he shot Stiles, who was sitting in the passengers seat again, a quick glance. “Feeling better? You wanted something to eat, right?”
He was smiling softly as they paid, and soon he was back in the car, his headache forgotten. But when Derek mentioned it, he felt the dull throb.
“Yeah. I feel a bit better,” he admitted, smiling. “Food would make it even better, and maybe a little bit of ‘play’ for us when we get home.” He purred.
@ Derek
“Gladly.” Derek replied with a grin. This damn collar just looked so hot on Stiles that, all fun aside, he actually felt the urge to drag him into the next restroom or something and show him how much he liked it.“I like it, but you’re the one who’s going to wear it. So, how does it feel?” he posed a counter-question, not necessarily only hinting at the physical feeling Stiles might had.
“Mm.” He kissed Derek lightly, grinning. He wouldn’t mind, really, if Derek dragged him off so they could have fun with the new collar, but at the same time, he was pretty sure it would somehow get back to his dad.
He reached up to run his fingers along the underside of the collar, feeling the smooth-ness of the stitched in suede so that it didn’t chafe the skin. He dropped his hands and grinned at Derek. “It feels great.”
Derek kissed back, holding back from grabbing the collar and pulling Stiles closer with it. He watched Stiles’ fingers play with the leather band and put his hands into his pockets.
“Then that’s a yes.” he said. “But we still need the collars we originally came for..”
Stiles grinned against his lips, reaching up to un-clasp the collar from behind his neck. He gripped it firmly, smiling. “That we do.”
He scanned the racks until he found two puppy-safe collars, picking out a purple one and a light green one. “These good?” He asked, handing them to Derek. After confirmation, he headed towards the care aisle, getting puppy formula and puppy food.
@ Derek
“You and no one else on this planet, I suppose.”
Derek ignored the shocked and surprised look two walking by customers were shooting them and finished bringing the collar around Stiles. It fit perfectly, not too loose but neither tight enough to make him fear Stiles might suffocate.
“You should really stop, or I might not be able to control myself and take you right here.” Derek replied, putting his hands on Stiles’ hip to twirl him around so he could look at him.
He grinned and bit his lip for a moment. “You should see yourself..”Stiles shuddered slightly when the collar was clasped on the back-side of his neck, feeling the metal settle there. It was a nice, comforting weight against his skin, and then he grinned when he was spun around. “Yeah? Let’s save that for when we get home,” he teased.
He licked his suddenly dry lips, grinning at Derek. “So I’m guessing that’s a yes on this collar?”
“Gladly.” Derek replied with a grin. This damn collar just looked so hot on Stiles that, all fun aside, he actually felt the urge to drag him into the next restroom or something and show him how much he liked it.
“I like it, but you’re the one who’s going to wear it. So, how does it feel?” he posed a counter-question, not necessarily only hinting at the physical feeling Stiles might had.
“Mm.” He kissed Derek lightly, grinning. He wouldn’t mind, really, if Derek dragged him off so they could have fun with the new collar, but at the same time, he was pretty sure it would somehow get back to his dad.
He reached up to run his fingers along the underside of the collar, feeling the smooth-ness of the stitched in suede so that it didn’t chafe the skin. He dropped his hands and grinned at Derek. “It feels great.”
