WIP —- in progress
touch starved Derek Hale…. touch starved Derek Hale…. where werewolves literally have to have physical affection or they get sick. he managed to get through the worst of it with hookups but after settling back in Beacon Hills he’s starting to feel awful.
the casual touching and scenting with the pack isn’t enough anymore. he spars with his betas just to be able to stave off this hunger. just to be able to touch someone. he’s sure that none of them notice but of course Stiles pays attention to the lingering touches. that Derek gives everyone EXCEPT HIM! he’s jealous ok sue him. he wants to feel Derek’s (big, warm) hand settle on his shoulder or guide him through proper form. so what is he isn’t a werewolf??
so after everyone has gone he approaches the Alpha and makes some flimsy excuse of wanting to hold his own even if he doesn’t have werewolf strength but really he just wants Derek’s hands on him.
Derek at hearing this, initial reaction is to shoot him down. he wants to tell him that he’s never gonna have to worry about that because Derek would protect him. But then he pauses. this means he would get to touch Stiles. put his scent on him. maybe even pin him down while grappling…. he agrees.
he starts with the basics and guides him through , standing far too close behind him with his front practically plastered to Stiles back as he moves his rolling limbs. something in him settles, his wolf finally calming down. he doesn’t even realize until it’s already done that he’s wrapped his arms around Stiles waist and tucked his head into his neck, breathing in deep.
Stiles tilts his head to the side, not wanting to startle Derek. he’s still half convinced this is a dream. Derek lets out an approving rumble and lets his tongue lick a stripe up his neck.
