#ler!derek

When it comes to dating a Surgeon , he’s going to be very protective of you if you’re sick or injured and go full ‘Doctor Mode’ in any convenience.

Well when you mention a small ache in your ribs he’s got you lied down on the bed as he makes sure you’re okay.

You follow the orders after some protesting and lay down on Derek’s bed.

“I told you I’m fine, I just slept the wrong way and probably pulled a muscle.”

“And I’m a Surgeon… so I’m going to do my own checks and you’re going to listen to me.”

He says as he’s in between your legs on the bed and starts feeling up your sides and ribs with his large and skilful hands.

You roll your eyes and mockingly salute as you lay down on your back.

“Fine, yes sir.”

He lets out a breathy chuckle as he continues to feel your ribs and gently presses and pokes around your ribs as he gently applies a bit more pressure to your right side.

“Take a deep breath for me…”

You try to take a deep breath but are shortly interrupted by an erupted giggle.

He can’t help but smile softly at your giggling and gently pokes at your side.

“Focus…deep breath…”

As Derek keeps poking out of spite, you can’t seem to stop giggling anymore as you twitch slightly.

“I can’t!”

Derek can clearly tell there isn’t anything serious wrong with you so he decides to have some fun as he continuously pokes your sides in between each word he’s saying.

“You-have-to-deeply-breathe.”

He pokes both of your sides rapidly several times in a row.

Your giggles immediately deepen into a hearty laugh with a little snort at the end.

Derek’s heart melts as he hears the deeper giggles and a small snort erupt out from you and he can’t help but feel his smile widening as he’s now softly squeezing your sides to see what else you’re sensitive to.

A whiney giggle comes out of your mouth as you softly push his hand away.

“Derek!”

He can’t help but enjoy your whiney giggle as he grabs your hands and puts it down on the bed so he can continue to gently and softly squeeze your sides, trying to make sure you don’t accidentally elbow him in the face.

“I need to focus…I’m doing a very important medical examination..”

“Bullshit…”

You say through your giggling laughter.

He keeps gently squeezing your sides as he keeps a straight face, holding back his own laughter as he looks at you with his pretty blue eyes as he speaks in a stern tone.

“This is a very serious medical examination…I’m a Doctor and I don’t appreciate you arguing with my methods…”

He says as he brings a hand down and starts drilling his fingers into your hips.

“NOHOHOHOHOHO!”

He can’t help but smile again as he finds a very ticklish spot on your hips and continues squeezing and drilling his fingers into the area and tries to keep up with his ‘Doctor act’.

“Are you trying to interfere with a medical examination?”

“Piss off!”

You yell through your booming fits of giggles.

“I’m not going to stop till I’ve finished thoroughly examining you, I’m a Doctor and I know what I’m doing.”

He says as he begins to pinch and poke his fingers into your sides.

“And whahahat are you doing?”

You ask whilst the giggling continues, face turning red and limbs moving and squirming.

Derek gently squeezes your sides as he continues to keep his stern and serious act on.

“I’m doing a very important medical examination… I need to make 100% sure you’re okay or I can’t clear you… I can’t have you having any issues…”

He says as with his other hand he goes back to rapidly poking h your ribs to see what reaction he’d get out of you.

You go into a full laughing fit with little snorts coming out every breath, clearly having hit a certain good spot.

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

He just can’t help but feel his heart flutter as he hears the adorable snorting giggles from you while continues to poke and squeeze your sides and ribs.

“I think I’m going to need to examine you a bit more thoroughly… there’s been a concerning sound when you laugh… I’m going to have to poke a bit more…”

“Whahahat sound?”

You ask as the giggles are almost too much to understand.

Derek tries to keep a straight and serious face as he gives you a ‘medical response’ to your question.

“I’ve been hearing some snorts when you’ve been laughing…and it’s my job as a surgeon to find where the sounds are happening…”

He gently places his large and skillful hands on your sides as he goes for it and he starts drilling his fingers into your sides all around them.

You try to talk and tell him off but start laughing to the point of hard cackles come out and talking is just incoherent.

Derek can’t help but feel his heart flutter hearing you laugh so hard that you struggle to get out a sentence without falling into a fit of hard cackling giggles.

“I’m finding the source of the snorts…”

He says as he begins squeezing your sides as fast and as hard as he can while quickly darting his fingers across your sides.

Then the laughs quicken again with snorts every breath, coming back to the laughing fit.

Derek can’t help but smile as he sees you in another one of your deep and hearty laughing fits and chuckles softly as he stops tickling you and lets you breathe and calm down.

“Oh my god!”

You say through your giggling as you try to calm down after that ‘examination’.

Derek can’t suppress his soft chuckles as he can see your laughter slowly coming down and your breathing returning to normal from how intensely he was tickling you.

“That was all for my medical purposes…”

He says with a straight tone but his eyes are giving away his amused look.

You grab a pillow and start smacking him with it as you sit up, face still red with little lingering giggles and hair slightly messy.

“You cruel, evil man!”

Derek grabs another pillow from the side of the bed and smacks you back with his own pillow.

“I’m a Doctor! I needed to perform a full thorough examination! I just had to make 100% sure you were okay!”

You giggle as he hits back with a pillow and put yours down to create a truce.

“That was evil…”

Derek slowly lowers his pillow and throws it off to the side and can’t help but give you a smirk as he pulls you closer to him on the bed for you to cuddle into your side.

“I had to do what was needed to be done… I just had to be very sure you were okay, even if it meant hearing tons of giggles and little snorts…”

You put your hand over his mouth and glare at him.

“Shhhh! Shhh! Shut up…”

He can’t help but chuckle into your hand and he gently grabs your wrist and moves it off of his mouth.

“Aw I’m sorry.”

“You’re not but I’m too tired to argue so I’ll let it slide.”

You grumble as you cuddle into his side.

Now, Spencer Reid was incredibly clever… there was no about it.

However, he was never very good at concealing the fact that he was hiding something. You’d think that in his line of work it would be quite the opposite, but most of the time, that just isn’t the case.

Whenever he was hiding something, he would act even more awkward than usual.

Derek Morgan, ever so observant, caught this look and couldn’t resist the urge to investigate.

“Alright, pretty boy, spill it.” Morgan abruptly confronted, palms slammed on the table as if he were conducting a real interrogation, startling the young detective.

Reid looked up with surprise before he put on a mask of innocence. “Spill what?”

“Don’t play dumb. You’re hiding something, and I wanna know what it is!”

The younger averted his eyes and Morgan swore that he saw a faint blush on his cheeks.

“What would give you that idea? I’m not hiding anything…”

Morgan wasn’t buying it. He moved closer, a playful yet determined look on his face as he circled around behind Reid.

“Alright… if you won’t talk, I have other methods.”

With that, he quickly spun the chair around to make Reid face him before making a beeline for the detective’s vulnerable sides, digging into the sensitive flesh.

Taken off guard by the sudden tickling ambush, Reid lets out a surprised yelp before loud, unrestrained laughter tumbled from his lips.

“Hey! W-What are you dohohohoing?!”

The older man gave a sly grin.

He was definitely gonna have fun with this.

“What does it look like I’m doing, genius?” He asked teasingly, skillfully spidering his fingers up to Reid’s ribs, using just enough pressure to drive the young detective crazy.

“Ahh! Y-You’re tickling mehehehehee!”

“Bingo!” Morgan said with a grin. “And I’m not gonna stop until you tell me what you’re hiding!”

The blonde squirmed desperately in his seat, trapped between the chair and his attacker. Well… he could maybe escape if he wanted to. The seat didn’t have any armrests; he just wasn’t willing to throw himself at the floor quite yet.

Perhaps he could hold out and Morgan would just give up.

“Nohohoho! Morgan, plehehease! I-I’m not hiding aNYTHIHIHING- WAHAHAIT!”

The doctor’s plea was cut off by his own raucous laughter when he felt the tingling sensations migrate from his ribcage to under his arms, one of his hot spots.

“You can’t lie to me, pretty boy! You better start talking, or I might have to take drastic measures.” The elder playfully threatened, drilling his thumbs into the tender hollows, getting an uncharacteristic shriek from the normally reserved detective.

Reid glued his arms to his sides, but it didn’t matter. Morgan kept on tickling, even with his hands trapped.

Truthfully, Morgan kind of hoped that Reid would stay stubborn, just so that he’d have an excuse to keep tickling him.

Reid’s laughter was so rare, and to have it ringing so openly was nothing short of a gift.

He didn’t even care about the secret as long as he could get Reid to keep laughing like that.

Well… okay, maybe he cared about the secret a little bit.

But that just means he has every excuse in the world to keep tickling the young genius.

Besides, the poor kid needed some playfulness in his life.

“I-I’M NOT TEHEHELLING!!”

This statement, ladies and gentlemen, was a huge mistake.

Morgan quirked a brow, pausing to give the younger man a momentary break from the tickling, but moving to grab his wrists so that he doesn’t escape.

“Not telling, huh? So you admit that you’re hiding something!”

Reid’s face flushed bright red and his eyes widened comically as he realized his mistake.

“Wait, no, I-I meant that, uh…”

Morgan wasn’t having it.

“Y’know, Reid… I think those lanky legs of yours are feeling a little left out.”

He didn’t have to say anymore before Reid began kicking his legs, pleading for mercy before Morgan even touched him.

“Nononono, Morgan, plehehease dohohon’t!” There was a nervous smile on his face, which was starting to turn a nice rosy shade.

“Oh, I think I will, since you’re sooo insistent on not sharing that secret.”

Before Reid could let out another protest, Morgan’s hand caught one of the flailing legs while the other hand began to squeeze rapidly at the kneecap.

The young genius let out a snort, his laughter taking on a boyish energy as he tried his hardest to free his leg, thrashing his entire body from the intense electric tickling sensation.

“NAHAHAH- MORGAHAHAN, T-TOO TIHIHIHICKLISH!!” He shrieked, tears of mirth starting to prick at his eyes.

Morgan couldn’t help but laugh along, not expecting such an extreme reaction from Spencer Reid.

How on earth had Morgan been neglecting Reid’s knees until now?!

“Maybe if you tell me your secret, I can make it a little less ticklish~”

The younger shook his head stubbornly. His stomach was starting to hurt from how hard he was laughing.

He knew his knees were sensitive, but he didn’t know they were THAT sensitive.

Nevertheless, he refused to give in!

At least until Morgan began scribbling over the kneecap…

“Well that’s too bad, Reid. What if I just- woah!”

The minute Morgan touched his knee with that scribbling motion, Reid let out a scream of laughter before throwing himself to the floor in a desperate escape act.

And it worked! He was free from Morgan’s ticklish clutches.

For a few seconds…

Undeterred, the older detective simply followed Reid to the floor, now able to pin him more effectively by sitting on his hips.

“Nice try, kid. You can’t escape me that easily!”

The younger man gave a childish whine, wriggling hopelessly and realizing he definitely wasn’t getting out of this until he gave Morgan what he wanted.

But strangely, it seemed almost as if Reid was enjoying himself… like he was having just as much fun as Morgan was.

“Alright, Reid. I didn’t wanna have to do this, but you leave me no choice.”

With that ominous statement, the older agent began to roll up the younger’s shirt, watching with a mischievous sparkle in his eye as he sees his victim’s expression shift from playful dread, to one of sheer panic… and a glimmer of excitement?

“Your tummy looks rather tasty, Reid. If you’re not gonna share that secret, maybe I should give it a little taste?”

Reid’s eyes went as wide as saucers and he burst into a fit of anticipatory giggles, futilely tugging at his arms.

“Oh? Giggling already? Something you wanna tell me, Reid?”

The giggling agent in question frantically nodded his head, signaling to Morgan that all was about to be revealed.

“I’m listening…”

When Reid looked at Morgan with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, he finally said…

“I’m never telling you.”

Taken aback by the sass, the elder decided it was time to unleash his secret weapon.

“That’s it! You asked for this, Reid!”

With that, he brought his face to Reid’s tummy and began to nibble at the soft skin.

The response he got was pure gold.

Reid let out the most childlike squeal before falling into bright, boisterous guffaws, arching his back out of instinct.

“OH MY GOHOHOD, MORGON, PLEHEHEHEASE!!”

Morgan simply let out a low chuckle, the sound vibrating against Reid’s skin, before he continued the tummy nibbles, making obnoxious nomming sounds which only seemed to make Reid laugh louder.

“NOOO! O-OKAY OKAHAHAHAY!! I’LL TEHEHELL!!”

The tickler lifted his head, looking at Reid with a raised eyebrow.

“For real this time? Don’t make me-”

“EEK- NONONO, I MEAN IT, I PROHOHOMISE!!!”

Morgan pulled back, giving Reid a moment to catch his breath.

At last, Reid inhaled… ready to unleash his big secret.

“So, um… you know how earlier this morning, Hotch said that somebody used all the sugar?..”

Morgan stared blankly.

Surely this was going somewhere…

Reid fiddled with his hands, guiltily averting his eyes.

“I did it…”

For a moment, neither said a word.

“That’s it!?” Exclaimed the older man, expecting more of a, well… secret?

“I used all the sugar, Morgan!”

The blonde tilted his head when Morgan began laughing and shaking his head with disbelief.

“God, Reid… you’re a mess.” He chuckled, reaching out to ruffle the younger’s hair.

Reid’s cheeks turned a rosy shade, whether it was from embarrassment or the affectionate gesture, he couldn’t quite tell.

With an amused expression, Morgan hopped up off the ground, extending a hand for Reid to take, which the doctor graciously took.

“That’s enough excitement for me for one day… I’m heading home.”

Before he left, he turned to give Reid a wink.

“Don’t worry, pretty boy… I won’t tell your oh so terrible secret.” He teased, flashing that charming smile.

Reid felt the heat rise to his cheeks.

As he packed up his own belongings, his thoughts kept drifting towards Morgan, and how maybe he should stop being so uptight all the time…

Maybe it was kind of fun laughing until he couldn’t breathe.

There were moments when they were playing cards, or sitting at the office. There were moments when he smiled or even laughed. But they were so small and so quick, almost invisible. At some point everybody knew that they can’t influent on this but on the other hand, every-time he smiled or even chuckled, it just felt so.. complete

For a few days Derek kept in mind this, everything. He started to notice how Hotch could say something with a straight face, but the second he turns the back to his coworkers he smirks. There were questions that nobody asked, back in his head. There could be some deep dialogue between them, but Derek knew when the time would come, plus it’s not like he doesn’t have any work to do

;

Team decided to go to the club bar, take a break eventually. Everyone was there except for Gideon who decided to spend his time in the woods by himself

“Have you ever noticed how he never smiles?” Derek’s voice rang through the bar, quiet enough for nobody to hear him clearly, but loud enough for people around him to understand what he meant. He furrowed his brows a bit, and turned his head to his fellow teammates

“Really not sure about it, maybe.. sometimes?” Prentiss responded with a small smile, taking a sip of her beer and looking at another person who was sitting on the other side of her

“Well, I saw him doing it a few times for sure, so he is not immune to smiling” Reid said, his gaze stopped at something in the background, so he looked like he was hypnotised for a few seconds “Actually have you ever know that an average adult laughs only 17 times a day while a child laughs about 300 times a day”

“Well I’m not sure that the fact that he never smiles has to do something with his age” Morgan said, taking a sip of his drink

JJ at the same time was chatting with some guys from the bar and playing games with them while Penelope was dancing in the middle of the dance floor like she was the only one there, showing everyone who is their daddy

Prentiss looked at Garcia a few times before she finished her beer and looked at two men on each side of her

“Sorry, but I just have to join her” she grinned, looking at the blond girl again

“Take Reid with you, maybe you can teach him some dance moves” Morgan chuckled, and quirked an eyebrow at the younger male next to him

“Nononohono, I’m not good at this— please Morgan don’t do this” Spencer giggled through sentence and even if he was serious, Derek saw a smile creeping onto his face as Prentiss took his hand and pulled him further on the dance floor. He glanced at Morgan the last time until disappeared in the crowd

Morgan smiled to himself and looked in the Hotch’s direction. He was sitting in the corner, on the sofa next to Haley, bit drunk, so his usually serious facial features melted in something more human

Derek took his drink and danced up to their table, felling the rhythm in his ears. The pair turned his head to him, offering him a seat in front of them.

“You like my dance moves?” Morgan said with a grin plastered on his face

“Very much so” “Don’t think I’m the right person to answer this” Haley and Hotch said at the same time. Even though the Aaron’s comment wasn’t very welcoming, there were no venom in his words, he just simply smiled afterwards and took a sip of his drink.

“Hey, don’t be mean” Haley said, poking her husband’s side, making him to flinch and slightly choke on his drink

“Don’t—” he was cut off by another poke, making him jerk away now as he took a napkin to clean his lips and chin from a mess

“Yo, what was that?” Morgan smiled, his eyes were running from Haley to Hotch every second until he got an answer

“You don’t know? He’s ticklish, I though maybe someone knew, especially you” Hailey smirked, looking at Aaron who choked on his drunk again, but now, all by himself “He usually doesn’t smile, so this is one and only way to make him; because he doesn’t have a sense of humour either” she whispered the last part, earning a sigh from her husband

“No way man, is this real?” Derek’s eyes were lit up by a second, he looked like he just found a golden ticket

“Don’t even think about it” his boss’s voice was something between serious, amusing and terrified about the fact that his wife just announced

“What’s his worst spots?” Morgan tried to keep a conversation in this topic, smirking at Hotch whose eyes just widened when he heard woman respond to this question effortlessly

“Well, if I’m not wrong it’s his sides, ribs and maybe knees—” she tried to tell Derek most of it, knowing what’s his plan was already until she was cutoff by her husband himself, elbowing her in the side

“..actually if you got him laughing, every spot would work, especially when he’s drunk” she whispered and winked to a man infront of her until she was shushed again

“Don’t listen to her” Hotch replied, looking dead serious at his wife and then at Derek

Phone on the table rang, taking everyone attention, making them forget about a new discovery (happily for Hotch)

“Give me a few minutes” Haley picked up the phone and smirked at Morgan before she stood up, ready to answer the call “I’m also going to take more drinks” were the last words she said until she drowned in the crowd of people

Silence froze in the air for a second before they made an eye contact, dark eyes full of mischief met slightly widened, tensed eyes of another man

Morgan thought about it for a split second before thinking “ah, fuck it” and moving on the previously Haley’s seat, next to Hotch

“So how’s— how is Jack doing?” Derek asked, trying to make a conversation but Aaron could hear fake innocence in his voice. He squinted his eyes at him for a few moments until trusting him that he is a grown man who wouldn’t do something so childish.. or would he?

“He is alright like always” Hotch said, but being tipsy didn’t mean being blind. He saw Morgan’s hand trying to poke him in the same spot Haley did, and he immediately caught Derek’s hand, trying to put it away

“So you really is ticklish if you are so scared of me poking you”

“I’m not, and you are being ridiculous” Hotch said with a slight smile on his face; maybe it was alcohol, maybe it was just his mischievous side. Derek couldn’t tell

Morgan didn’t waste any time, moving his second hand fast enough to make a contact with Hotch’s side, earning a sound which sounded like a stiffed giggle. He let go of Morgan’s hand (big mistake), trying to protect his torso

And now younger man used his both hands to dig into Hotch’s sides earning new sounds that his boss tried so hard to muffle

“Come on man, relax. You know that you want to laugh, it’s been a rough week—” Derek even didn’t finish his sentence when Aaron’s facade broke into small pieces. He tried to curl up, mouth slightly opened and small chuckles and giggles filled the air

“Stohohop Mohorgahan” despite how much he tried to wipe off the smile on his face he couldn’t. Usually he could turn off his sensitivity, usually but not now

“This is gold” Morgan chuckled, moving his hands up, now going for his ribs. Aaron tried to push off his hands but he felt how useless his arms became, everything he could do is just to hold on to Morgan, desperately trying to push him away

His giggling turned into pure laughter when he felt knuckles being rubbed into his lower ribs. Hotch uncurled and tried to back off, hitting the wall with his back. He threw his head back and tried to cover his mouth with one hand, so other people couldn’t hear him

“dEHERehek” Aaron tried to make him stop verbally and furrowed his brows to sound more intimidating and serious, but a rare smile on his face ruined the whole picture

“You should laugh more often Hotch, it wouldn’t mean that you are less professional, and honestly it’s like the first time I see you like this” and it was true. Aaron couldn’t remember himself when he expressed his joy with more that a chuckle

“..and you have nice laugh by the way” Morgan teased, grinning like a Cheshire cat and looked at his boss; eyes closed shut, smile baring all his teeth and his laugh. Well it was hard to tell because nobody has ever heard him laugh like this. It was so high-pitched comparing to his voice and but on the other hand it even suited him in some way

At some point Derek just started to laugh with Hotch, maybe he didn’t even notice that

“What did Haley said was a good spot, knees?” Morgan let go of Hotch’s torso, and squeezed both of his knees, earning a snort

“Yohuhu thIHINK YOuhu arEHE BEHEteher thahan mehehe? Aaron laughed, putting all his strength into digging into Derek sides which made him to back off

“Hehey!” Morgan stopped, pulling his hands to protect himself

“Yohohu wihil NEVER speak of thihis” even when tickling stopped, a huge grin was still plastered on Hotch’s face. He let out a few giggles until sitting straight and elbowing Morgan in the side

“I won’t, cross my heart and stuff” Derek joked, earning rolled eyes from his boss. It was refreshing to see him like this not gonna lie

Haley came back almost immediately after everything finished, but by a sparkle in both of their eyes she could tell, she just knew

So, Derek lets the smallest of gestures slip into his interactions with Stiles (he can’t help his instincts, but he can curb them). Careful not to cross any boundaries, he allows himself to fiddle with Stiles’s hair from time to time, to “accidentally” brush against him and his belongings in an attempt to leave his scent, to step in front of him as a defensive measure in dangerous situations.

Stiles doesn’t notice. As the only human in the pack, he’s used to people doting on him. What are a few more acts of care?

One night, the two find themselves on Stiles’s bed. The boy had thrown a little party for the pack because, according to him, “even you supernatural freaks need to unwind!” Scott brought the Svedka, Isaac brought the shot glasses, Lydia brought the aspirin. 

People started drunkenly knocking out at around 2am, but Derek, who has never been much of a drinker, and Stiles, who has made one too many regrettable decisions under the influence, were content being tipsy. To avoid disturbing the cuddle-pile on the couch, they’d retired to Stiles’s room.

Now, sitting at either end of the bed, they talk. First about the pack, then about pack drama, then, finally, about each other. 

“It’s surprising how well we work together.” Stiles muses.

A tad offended, Derek snaps, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Stiles chuckles, fidgeting with his hands. "What I mean is that there used to be so much friction between us. There still is, at times. But,” He looks up, makes eye contact. “after everything we’ve been through, we just work for each other.” 

Derek’s heart swells, and he again has to confront the fact that he wants Stiles. Borderline intoxicated, he lets the wolf take control, for once. 

From the foot of the bed, he leans towards Stiles for a hug. Words can’t capture his adoration. Slinking his arms around the boy’s shoulders, Derek nestles his face into the crook of his neck. Stiles accepts him wholeheartedly, returning the embrace with a smile. 

For a few beats, the two stay like that, but the wolf gets antsy quickly. Not enough. Derek starts to nuzzle, brushing his lips up and down Stiles’s neck. 

The action makes Stiles jump, and he lets out a choked laugh before gently pulling away. Derek, all at once embarrassed at having been caught and high on the reaction he elicited, does the same.

When Stiles looks Derek in the face, he still has a smile on his face. “You’re a lot touchier than you used to be.” He pauses, contemplative. “Sometimes, it's like you need to be around me.”

Derek huffs. “Isn’t everyone like that?”

“Yeah, but you’re not everyone.” His breathing has gotten a little unsteady. “Everyone is like that with every other person in the pack. But I’ve noticed that you’re only like that with me.” 

Hm. Maybe Stiles is more perceptive than Derek had assumed.

Derek clears his throat and attempts to save face. “It’s not intentional. You mean a lot to me – you know you do – and sometimes, instincts want me to keep you around. Everything just comes off as sappy.” He crosses his arms.

"So, basically..." The corner of Stiles’s lip quirks up into a smug half-grin. “You’re flirting with me.”

“That is not the case,” Derek snarls. “Get fucked.”

But Stiles, it seems, is on a roll. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you, pretty boy?”

Properly pissed off, Derek lunges. In an instant, he pins Stiles to the bed and leans in close. “Take that back.” 

“Wait, shit! Der– don’t!”

His face returns to the crook of Stiles’s neck, nuzzling with renewed energy. Stiles melts. 

“Ohoho my God! Hey!” he giggles. 

Derek is deliberate with his movements. As his lips mouth at Stiles’s neck, his stubble grazes his collarbone, and his nose strokes against his ear. After a while, he maneuvers himself to gives the other side the same attention, and Stiles whimpers.

“You’re so mehehean!

The wolf preens at the sound of his laughter. It wants more.

Continuing the onslaught against his neck, Derek lets his hands find their way under Stiles’s shirt, and his thumbs dig into his ribs. Stiles arches his back. 

“Stop it stop it stop it!” 

Derek takes his time kneading over the ridges of his torso, counting each bone he comes across. As he gets higher and higher, Stiles becomes increasingly desperate, and when he finally worms his fingers into Stiles’s armpits, his laughter goes silent – definitely a weak spot. 

Stiles's struggling gradually decreases due to fatigue, but he keeps on smacking Derek’s shoulder as if he’s tapping out of a fight. Satisfied with his work, Derek retracts his hands and head. Slumping against a pillow, Stiles glares.

“You call that flirting?” he pants. 

Derek smirks. “Maybe.” A pillow smacks him in the face, but he just chuckles and rests his weight beside Stiles. They lay like that for a bit, comfortable in the lull. 

“If it makes you feel any better,” Stiles murmurs, “I like it when you flirt.”