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Stiles' breath hitched at the very idea, and he gripped the counter behind him even tighter in anticipation as he considered Derek's words, his mouth feeling awfully dry all of a sudden. "I--uh, is that going to be enough for you? Using your mouth?" He asked, definitely on board with the idea, but also worried about Derek's own enjoyment in all of this. "I...yeah, I'm...I'm okay with that. I'm down." He added lamely, cursing himself for how easy it seemed to be for Derek to get under his skin. He felt like a horny teenager all over again, clumsy and endeared.

Derek is blushing.

"I want to make you cum, okay? I can't help it. I want the scent of it. I want the sight of it. I want you to come undone for me. Is it so wrong to want that? To make you feel good?"

He looks directly into Stiles' eyes now, focused fully on him.

"I don't have to...to be inside of you. I could use my mouth."

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"Hmmm?" Stiles had to frown to try and cling to his sense of self, train of thought completely derailed as soon as Derek's hands were on his skin. "Just a little? Someone's bragging about their self control..." He mused breathlessly, biting his bottom lip as he braced his hands on the kitchen countertop behind him.

"Stiles..."

The proximity was difficult for Derek as well. Slowly, his hands slipped under Stiles' shirt, caressing pale, soft skin. His lips grazed over the other man's neck, kissing softly.

"Can I have you? Just a little?"

He wanted to put his scent all over Stiles.

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Stiles' skin prickled with goosebumps at the gentle nuzzle, and he tilted his head back a little out of instinct as he tried to keep his breathing nice and even. "It's okay--like you said, it wasn't...it wasn't the time." He mumbled, trying to sound conversational, but he wasn't doing a great job of it. The proximity was making it hard for him to focus.

Casual is tough for a werewolf. There is no getting around the desire to have a mate. He's tried to ignore the pull for it for ages now. And the pull toward Stiles is the greatest he's ever felt.

He doesn't mean to lean in and gently nuzzle his nose against Stiles' neck. It's just a gentle nudge. A sign of affection.

"I'm sorry it took me so long to tell you."

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"I think he'd like that...might be a good step in winning him over." Stiles offered, mapping out of the back of Derek's hand with his eyes for a long moment, before he finally lifted his head and focused on his face, trying to keep his breathing steady as he took in the sight of him from this new and scary perspective. "He should factor into any and all plans. He--you two are a package deal..." He pointed out, biting his bottom lip as he thought things over "Which makes all of this very serious and not...casual, which I...I'm okay with."

Derek smiled softly.

"It actually...means a lot to me that you said that. Not the Scott thing, but the...having it here thing. I trust you with him. With Eli. That is...huge. For someone like me. To trust my son with you."

He kissed Stiles hand gently.

"Should I make enough for you to bring leftovers to your dad?"

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"Here's good. Here's...I can't really think of anyone fit for the job." Stiles murmured, untangling his fingers as Derek gently took one of his hands. He kept his eyes on their fingers, because it was easier than trying to make eye contact right now. "I'm not sure I'd trust Scott with a baby just yet..." And they could make it work, right? They could have a nice dinner, or a movie? Something simple but meaningful.

Shit.

"I didn't meant to pressure you, Stiles. That was never my intention. I'm sorry if my words scared you."

He moved to sit across from Stiles now, taking one of his hands.

"One step at a time. How about a date? Hmm? Something here? Unless you know someone who could babysit a baby werewolf."

He chuckled softly.

"Because that is going to be the major hamper in our dating lives."

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The joke lands about as badly as she would have expected, Stiles opening his mouth in shock before he began fumbling for a retort--but then she was wrapping an arm around him in a hug and he sucked in a steadying breath before sighing. "I guess we'll just have to see that for sure." @tvintedspvrk

"Better someone they know than someone they have to stalk, right? Someone they have to investigate before they can possible approve of your choices?" Stiles hummed, scratching the lower portion of his cheek nervously as he shifted from foot to foot.

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"Thats..." Stiles trailed off, propping himself up on his arms so he could settle down on the counter top as he bought himself time to string his words together carefully. "Thats a lot to take in." He admitted, though his heart was reminiscent of a butterflies wings fluttering fast in his chest. There was an appeal, but also a deep routed fear blooming in his gut. If Stiles was it for him, if the intention was end game...what if one day Stiles woke up and wasn't ready for that much commitment? Hell, they hadn't even dated yet, and knowing the intended final destination was...a lot. "How about, uh...one step at a time?" He whispered, tangling his fingers together nervously in his lap as he stared down at them.

"Not...technically. I may drop by with food. Which is technically 'dead animals'. But I wouldn't be dropping corpses on your doorstep. Your dad would kill me."

That was meant to be a joke.

"It's dating, Stiles. But it's dating with the intent of one day marrying you. Not just...dating to date. But knowing that you're the one I want to be my endgame."

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Stiles nodded along slowly, absorbing all the information Derek was parting with. "A gift to carry on the Hale line." He assumed, glancing back towards Eli's room. "So what does...courting entail?" He asked in an overly conversation tone, as he tried to understand what was ahead of him here. "You're not going to be...dropping dead animals on my doorstep, are you?"

"Why'd you wait so long to come back?" Stiles asked then, arms still crossed, like he was trying really hard to come across as reserved and indifferent. Stiles had been used to it of course, the disappearing--the running away. He'd managed to bring him back once, but it hadn't lasted. If Stiles had known the reason back then, well--Derek was right, he would have pushed. It was then that he voiced his biggest fear. "I thought...I thought you hated me."

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"Why'd you wait so long to come back?" Stiles asked then, arms still crossed, like he was trying really hard to come across as reserved and indifferent. Stiles had been used to it of course, the disappearing--the running away. He'd managed to bring him back once, but it hadn't lasted. If Stiles had known the reason back then, well--Derek was right, he would have pushed. It was then that he voiced his biggest fear. "I thought...I thought you hated me."

"Stiles, you were a child! My feelings were wrong back then. To what someone that young. I went to therapy! I told your father to arrest me!"

He looks at Stiles now with rare tears in his eyes.

"So I didn't tell you. Because I know you would have pushed. That you would have pushed and I would have given in."

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Stiles frowned as he waited--but then he shifted his hand a little and there it was, a little hammering into his palm. His eyes went wide in pleasant surprise, and he nodded, at a complete loss for words as tears began to well up in his eyes. There it was--there was the moment he'd been waiting for. It all of a sudden felt very real. "Oh my god..." Was all he could get out of his mouth.

➥  𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉  𝒏𝒐𝒕  𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚  𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆  𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕  𝒕𝒐  𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕  ,  what  ends  up  falling  from  the  lips  of  her  husband  does  in  fact  catch  the  little  wolf  entirely  off  guard  .  brows  knit  incredulously  as  laughter  wracks  slight  shoulders  ,  chin  on  a  swivel  upon  reflecting  on  the  memory  .   ❝  i  mean  we  might  as  well  have  hung  a  sign  on  that  booth  ,  ❞   audibly  titters  ,  smile  which  paints  plush  brims  both  embarrassed  and  prideful  regarding  the  day  she  and  stiles  had  given  in  to  their  feelings  for  one  another  .  the  frenzy  which  had  followed  would  forever  live  on  in  infamy  ,  at  least  in  their  household  .  ivory  crowns  dig  into  the  swell  of  a  rouge  lower  lip  as  the  pair  reflect  –  though  focus  quickly  breaks  upon  the  sensation  of  movement  within  her  abdomen  .   ❝  oh  shit  ,  baby  –  . . .  oh  my  god  ,  there  they  are  !   can  you  feel  it  ?  our  little  kick  drum  prodigy  ?   ❞

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Stiles hesitated for a long moment, the fear of it not working knotting his stomach as they stood there together against his jeep. She left no wiggle room to pull his hands back, so he sighed, thinking for a moment. "I was actually trying to picture their horrified face if they ever found out about our little stint of public activity." He gushed--totally out of the blue, hoping maybe something so wild might catch her off guard.

➥  𝒅𝒐𝒆  𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔  𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘  𝒕𝒉𝒆  𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎  𝒐𝒇  𝒉𝒆𝒓  𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅  ,  watching  as  he  circles  the  vehicle  to  help  her  out  into  the  open  air  .  rather  than  move  toward  the  store  ,  however  ,  the  little  wolf  turns  to  capture  his  palms  and  place  them  gingerly  over  her  stomach  .  timid  smile  curves  a  rosy  pout  ,  live  experiment  at  play  to  see  whether  or  not  a  potential  theory  rings  true  before  the  couple  embark  on  their  shopping  journey  .   ❝  make  me  laugh  ,  ❞  murmurs  warmly  ,  head  tipped  back  against  the  jeep  as  she  holds  strong  palms  in  place  .   ❝  it  almost  always  happens  when  you're  making  me  laugh  . . .  it's  like  the  nug  knows  when  dad's  around  ,  being  his  goofy  self  .  ❞  encouraging  grin  lights  rounded  visage  ,  chin  tilting  into  a  small  nod  as  thumbs  stroke  tenderly  the  backs  of  stiles'  hands  .  ❝  gotta  make  it  a  good  one  ,  though  ;  they  like  a  whole  belly  laugh  .  ❞

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"But you knew?" Stiles asked quietly, as he took up residence on the other side of the kitchen, arms crossed over his chest as he watched Derek with soft but guarded eyes. "Of course you knew...you could probably smell it..." He mumbled more to himself, as he thought back to all the times he'd been hopelessly pining for the older man--to no avail. It had never been acknowledged.

"I wasn't going to comment on the sugar. I was going to comment on the lack of cream."

Derek led Stiles to is kitchen, and started brewing a pot.

"I personally love my coconut creamer."

He offered a small shrug.

It was hard to look at Stiles. So many years wasted. His fingers tightened on the edge of the counter.

"I should have told you sooner. But I wanted you to have experiences other than...well...me."

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"Coffee would be a good start." Stiles agreed quietly, feeling an ache in his chest all of a sudden, as he stood there in the hall of Derek's home. "Black, four sugars--and don't comment on the sweetness or I'll walk right out those doors." He joked weakly, wrapping his arms around himself as if it might soothe the ache he was feeling.

"HIs room is this way." Derek led the way to the nursery and helped Stiles settle him down for the night. On instinct, Eli grabbed a stuffy that smelled like his father as he fell into a deeper sleep.

Derek smiled softly at his son, before carefully leading Stiles from the room and shutting the door.

He would be able to hear if Eli sturred.

"Coffee?"

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Lies of Omission, 05x09. 

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Stiles glanced over at the mention of kicking, and looked hopeful for a moment before a small frown took it's place, and he focused back on the road. Every time Emma had called him over to feel a kick, the moment he touched her stomach it would stop. He'd been yet to feel one yet. He didn't know if it was a werewolf thing--a natural aversion to humans, or if the kid was just stubborn like he was, but he didn't bother trying to reach across to space to put a free hand on her stomach. He parked the car carefully, avoiding any bumps, and rushed around to open the car door for her all over again.

➥  ❝   𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏'𝒕  𝒚𝒐𝒖  𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅  𝒕𝒐  𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆  𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔  𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕  ?  ❞  snorts  softly  ,  lower  lip  tugged  between  ivory  crowns  as  she  waits  for  stiles  to  claim  the  driver's  seat  .  ❝  it'sssss  . . .  a  muscle  ,  ❞  chastises  facetiously  ,   brow  furrowed  as  timbre  lowers  into  her  best  impression  of  the  patriarch  –  complete  with  a  squint  and  slight  shake  of  the  head  on  the  final  word  .  ❝  hah – . . . nug  liked  that  one  .  i  can  tell  by  the  way  my  stomach  is  currently  being  used  as  a  kick  drum  ;  it's  how  nuggets  clap  .  ❞  deep  breaths  intercut  with  airy  giggles  ,  doe  eyes  remain  affixed  to  the  face  of  her  husband  the  entirety  of  the  drive  to  the  store  .