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There was an incredible sense of safety in his touch. Chris knew his secret; he might be startled at teeth that lengthened with eagerness under the night sky, but Peter didn’t have to hide. Chris had come here, taken Peter in his arms, and kissed him, even knowing that he was a werewolf. When they finally pulled apart, both were breathing hard, their foreheads pressed together. “This is stupid,” Peter murmured. “I know.” “It’s gonna hurt.” “I know that too.” Chris gave a little laugh, the broken sound failing to hide how close he was to crying. “But if I only get this much, I’ll take it.”

Another day of fic changeover!

Water poured off his trim frame as Stiles stood, carefully angling himself like he could hide the bruises that Derek had already seen. Derek wrapped him in the towel, hands gentle around his shoulders as he helped him over the edge of the tub.  They stood face to face in the bathroom, pink from sex and the warmth of the little room. Derek couldn’t resist leaning close and kissing Stiles, tenderly appreciating his talented mouth with each lick and slipping suckle. Stiles pulled him close and let Derek kiss him deeply, tasting himself on Stiles’ tongue.  Derek broke away as his dick somehow came back online. “Fuck, Stiles, is this how it always is, waking up with you?” Stiles clutched at his slipping towel. “For you?” he asked, his eyebrows lifting in a complicated expression, his smile sweetly smug. “It could be.”

Derek every time Stiles is around….