Sterek Valentine Week 2019, Day Two; Bear/Bare
Derek frowned, looking from the animal in his boyfriend’s arms to his eyes. He blinked, looked back to the fuzzy, tan-coloured bear. Sighing, he pinched the bridge of his nose, “Stiles.”
The boy in question grinned, raised an eyebrow, eyes glinting with fondness and mischief. “Yes, honey?”
“Stiles,” Derek bit the inside of his lip to keep himself from smiling. “I thought we agreed on no gifts this year?”
Stiles’ brow furrowed, and he placed the bear on the table, watching it slump and tilt forwards, his hands darting out to stop it from falling, righting it a couple of times. “Well, darling mine, you agreed to that; I, however, reserve the right to spoil my boyfriend whenever and however I please.”
“Sti, you know it doesn’t work like that. We agreed.”
Derek frowned, watching Stiles’ shoulders slump, and the younger male sighed, reached for the bear again, “Well, if you don’t want it-”
Derek snatched the bear from the table before Stiles could lay a hand on it, frowning when the younger male smirks. It takes him a second, and he looks between the bear he’s grasping in his hands and his boyfriend, he blinks, “Oh, fuck you.”
“You love me.”
