Mar 28, 2014
[ text ]: yes. yes, i do. now delete the thing and we'll never bring it up again. sound good?
[ text ]: You're assuming I haven't already deleted it.
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[ text ]: yes. yes, i do. now delete the thing and we'll never bring it up again. sound good?
[ text ]: You're assuming I haven't already deleted it.
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Without realizing it, Derek was looking for the very same signs in the younger man. What he could both read and sense put the wolf at ease. "I know." His voice was gruff as he leaned his forehead to Stiles', nudging one cheek with his nose. "And so do I."
Stiles tried to fight it but a wide grin broke across his face and he only just managed to pull it back so it didn't look so... manic. "Good," he said. "Glad we settled that." He nosed back at Derek, turning his head to press a less urgent kiss to Derek's lips. His hands moved back around his neck and tugged Derek closer again.
Only when his lungs were screaming for air, did Derek finally pull away. Pants coming in short huffs, he looked at Stiles without saying a word, eyes dark and fingers still curled into the boy's hair.
Stiles' hands dragged down his shoulders, clutching his shirt as he panted for breath. He kept his eyes on Derek's, watching him, looking for regret or the first sign of him pulling away, shutting Stiles out. "I mean it," he promised, voice rough, licking lips already bruised from kissing.
[ text ]: pocket text then? yeah, that's exactly what it was.
[ text ]: You expect me to believe you just pocket texted me you're entire shlong?
[ text ]; You probably wouldn't believe me when I said that someone else sent those, huh?
[ text ]: No one else has that beard, so I'm going with a no here.
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No words followed, just a low growl that rumbled up from Derek's chest. His hands wove into the younger man's hair, anchoring them both in the kiss that grew more passionate with each passing moment.
Stiles' fingers dug into Derek's back as the wolf growled into the kiss. He made a needy noise of his own, kissed Derek back harder, pressed tighter against him.
"Say it again." It's a muffled demand, syllables growled low against lips pressed to his own.
Stiles smiled against his lips, wrapped his arms tight around the wolf. "I'm yours and you're mine," he said roughly, kissing him again.