Chapter 11

The ride to the Stilinski home was spent in the same good mood while chatting away about superheroes and music and movies they liked. This day was definitely about getting to know each other and bonding some more. Most of their likes and dislikes were similar, which made Stiles happy as fuck, because he had this unreasonable fear that Derek would find him dull and boring.

Either way, once they were home and Stiles let them in – since his dad had the night shift and was already off to it – he led them to the kitchen and looked at the pamphlets stuck to the fridge.

"So what do you wanna have?" he asked, tapping a finger against the cool metal.

Uh, Derek had no idea what he wanted, it all sounded pretty good to him. He was a sucker for pizza too but today he felt like switching it up. "Thai okay? Something spicy with chicken." Which seemed like an easy enough choice that would mean Stiles still had enough to pick from in terms of what he liked. The house was absent of another heartbeat and the cruiser hadn't been at the front of the house so they had the place to themselves again. Another perk with having Stiles as his boyfriend: they always had time to themselves since the sheriff didn't know they were more than friends. Pretty sure if he knew they were actually dating, that this much time along would be cut short.

Putting his jacket on a chair, he joined Stiles at the fridge to peer over his shoulder to the menu. Of course they had the same one at home. It wasn't like there were that many different takeout places in Beacon Hills. They were lucky they had so many different places of food to begin with. And of course they had the big names like Dominos and New York Pizza.

"What do you feel like having? As long as there are dumplings, I'm happy."

"Oh, dumplings! I love those too!" Stiles grinned as he leaned back against Derek's chest, his long index-finger running down on the menu stuck to the fridge by comic book character magnets. There was a slight blush painting the mole-dotted cheeks and he shamelessly inhaled the other boy's nice scent. Stiles loved it that now he could do such simple things like leaning against Derek or enjoying his scent and body warmth from this close. And sure, his body tried to take interest in the situation since he was a horny teen, but for now he ignored it. They were both hungry – which was emphasized by the grumbling of his stomach too – so food was top priority now.

"And two orders of spring rolls! And some green chicken curry with rice. Oh and fried rice with shrimps!" he said enthusiastically, pointing out each choice of his food with his finger. Yes, he loved food and eating. "Frankly, I could eat at least half of this menu at once," he chuckled and pulled his phone out of his back pocket to pull up the app of the Thai place so he could start putting in the orders. "How about you, aside from dumplings?"

"Maybe something beef too, then there will be plenty leftover for your dad." If Stiles could eat half of what he wanted, and Derek was sure he could also eat a lot, then there wouldn't be much left. To be honest, he was vague with what he wanted just so he could remain standing here with Stiles leaning against him. Something so simple felt so amazing, that he didn't want it to end yet. Then again, it would take a bit before the food was going to arrive so they could make out some on the couch.

"I kind of eat everything so I'm not that picky. As long as it's food, I'm in." Especially Thai food. He even liked the vegetarian dishes, although he preferred meat. It was that good! Plus it was kind of interesting to see what Stiles picked if he kept it vague, see if their favorite dishes were a little alike or not.

"Oooh, beef is a good choice too. Dad likes that as well, so maybe three servings of that," Stiles hummed and even nodded along, his fingers moving quickly on the touch screen. "Otherwise yeah, I eat everything too as long as it's good food. I tend to eat a lot and sometimes not too healthy food too. Curly fries are my favorite. I tend to care more about my dad's health than mine. He's at the line of work which can put a lot of stress on him and junk food and too much red meat on his arteries. So I allow him only one cheat day per week," he explained then finalized and sent the order.

"Sooo... how about some cuddling and making out on the couch while we wait for the food to be delivered?" he asked after turning around and putting his arms around Derek's neck, body slightly pressing against the other boy's. Stiles even went as far as pressing a promising kiss against the soft lips. Because yeah, he wanted to kiss Derek again. Over and over.

Derek didn't have to worry about things like that, and he knew how lucky he was with that. Didn't have to worry about gaining weight, didn't have to think about unhealthy food arteries-wise, or worry about a bad heart. No, werewolves had other health problems, like hunters. Not wanting to digress into that kind of depressing thinking, Stiles distracted him when arms found themselves around his neck so his did the same with the slender waist.

"Are you reading my mind? That's what I was thinking!" the boy laughed and returned the peck with one of his own, leading Stiles back to the living room. He could spend hours making out with his boyfriend so yeah, it seemed like making a head start before the food arrived was the best idea either one of them could have. "I want to spend hours kissing you. I want to it over and over until I can taste you for days." So they could be in school and think about kissing and feel their lips tingling at the memory.

It was going to be so hard to pretend like they weren't together. But at least they didn't have classes together or Derek might be caught staring at Stiles non-stop.

"Great minds think alike!" Stiles giggled as he followed Derek. "And truth be told, I wanna do the same. You taste so good. Kinda musky and spicy which turns out is right up my alley," he announced as they sat down next to each other and he turned towards Derek right away. It was true, though. Derek had a distinct taste. Stiles would say manly. He remembered how Heather and Malia used to taste on his tongue. Much more feminine and sweeter tasting girly scents. Not with Derek, though. There was something about him that reminded Stiles on nature and the woods. Something wild and untamed. He couldn't explain why, but he liked it a lot.

And with that and a faster beating heart, he reached for Derek to pull him into a chaste kiss. At first. He let his moist lips brush against the other full ones, which were softer than they looked. Eyes closed, he tilted his head and licked along the seam of said lips with a content little sound, coaxing them to part like his so Derek could push his tongue into his mouth to meet his.

This was so exciting for Stiles. Both because he was doing this with Derek Hale, the boy of his dreams for nearly a year. And because they were doing this in secret, for now. Stiles knew that his dad rarely dropped by when on the clock, but the possibility of getting caught still added to the thrill of kissing his boyfriend on the living room's couch. It was kinda a cliché from those silly rom-coms, but now Stiles understood that better.

It was stupid, because they had kissed before, but the moment they sat down, Derek felt nervous making out. Or were those butterflies? It was the feeling he got with Paige too, when he was excited and in love and it all was new. With Stiles it was also new because kissing another boy wasn't the same as kissing a girl. There was something soft about girls, softer lips, softer bodies, gentler. And Stiles was all hard angles with his skinny body, he pushed as much as Derek did, maybe even more, guided him almost. It didn't feel like either one of them was taking the lead, they were both as enthused while Paige had been more shy when it came to kissing.

Nothing shy about the moist tongue running along his lips to coax him into opening his mouth, which Derek did without hesitation, his attention fully on Stiles and what it was like to kiss him. His taste which entered his mouth the moment their tongues found one another and started exploring. The skin was soft against his own, they both were at an age where shaving started to become a need but they couldn't have more than the typical fuzzy hair, too young for full on beards. Of course Derek was more hirsute due to his werewolf genetics as well as Italian blood running through his veins.

He wasn't worried about getting caught, as far as he knew, they had free range to make out as much as they wanted to and he was hoping to take full advantage of it.

Happy with Derek's response, Stiles kissed back just as good as he was being kissed. It felt amazing and surely stimulating for his body, but he didn't care. They were alone, hidden from curious eyes and what if the delivery guy would see the bulge of whoever goes to the door to take the food? Accidents happen, right?

With that in mind, Stiles' sneakers soon were kicked off while he continued kissing Derek. His lips never left their soft pair as he felt bolder again. It was all new for both of them to do this with a boy, but Stiles also instinctively knew that since Derek wasn't the typical 'macho jock', he needed some encouraging and guiding. So he slid a hand onto the warm nape and pulled him along as the scrawny teen laid down on the couch, opening his legs enough for Derek to be able to get comfortable between them.

"Much better..." he sighed against the moist lips satisfied once he felt the other boy's weight on top of him. Then the wet sounds of kissing continued as he let his slender fingers get lost in the nearly black locks, his other hand finding its way under Derek's shirt by his side, loving how hot his skin always felt under Stiles' touch.

Derek's sneakers weren't off like Stiles' but he hadn't been expecting the change of seating so the Stilinski's couldn't be angry with him for having his shoes on the couch when Stiles pulled him on top of him. The teen boy happily followed with the move, prostrate on top of his boyfriend, their bodies stretched along one another. Their height difference was minimal, another thing he liked about having a boyfriend.

Things were progressing from kissing to getting hands involved. There was one already exploring under his shirt and this time he didn't want it to stop. Hungrily kissing his boyfriend, tasting all of him, Derek’s own hand found its way under the shirt as well. The skin was smooth and warm, he could feel the ribs under the curious fingertips, as well as the beginning of muscles. A few stray hairs when he reached the sternum. Could he..? Did he....? Did he dare?

Stiles was not protesting so he dared to seek out a nipple.

That warm hand exploring his upper-body felt amazing. Stiles was happy that Derek didn't shy away from getting on with the program although it was supposed to be just kissing. But they also agreed that they'd do whatever felt good. And this felt good. Very, very good!

Especially when his nipple was found. That made him moan into the kiss and Stiles unwittingly pushed his chest a bit upward to feel the fingers more against his nipple. It already sent a hot jolt of lust right into his dick and he wanted to feel that again. It didn't matter if Derek was using his fingers our mouth for that. He just wanted it again...

To encourage him, he fidgeted a bit and moaned into the kiss again, his hips slightly bucking up in search of some friction for his steadily filling out cock. God, this day was about blue balls, it seemed. Although Stiles maybe dared to hope that he wouldn't have to wait until his bedtime to help on that problem. Either way, he loved this heavy kissing and petting session so far and he let his hands slide down on the warm back to boldly cup and squeeze the bubble butt of his boyfriend.

It was getting heated fast, but they both had known it would lead to that when they had suggested the couch. Their bodies were too happy with all the attention given to them and Derek didn't know if he wanted to stop, because it felt really good. Stiles wasn't the only one getting hard. Derek firmed up the moment those hands grabbed his butt and sent a shockwave of pleasure through him. It was unlike anything he had felt before, better than when he was helping himself at night.

Pushing his hips against Stiles, his fingers reached for the nipple offered up to him, so he could brush them over it repeatedly. It was searching for what felt the best for his boyfriend, which seemed to be a combination of pinching and massaging.

"Oh god..." Stiles groaned both from that much needed friction against his trapped cock and the rubbing his nipple got. He had to break their kiss to fully appreciate all the exciting things Derek was doing to his body but in exchange he bared his mole-dotted long neck. "Feels so good, Derek, don't stop... Please," he added as an afterthought.

His fingers dug deeper into Derek's butt, partly because if Stiles let them roam free, he'd go for that stupid belt on the stupid jeans to feel that glorious naked cock in his hand and he wasn't sure Derek wouldn't think it was too fast. Besides, he was sure their delivery would be there just when Stiles would start using his hand. So for now they stayed on the firm butt, a part of him dying from not being able to feel the globes without the clothes in the way.

"Think I could come just from this," he panted with a bright blush on his face, eyes closed, turned up face swimming in pleasure just from some frotting and nipple play. God, he was such a teenager, but he didn't mind admitting this to Derek. Stiles wanted to be as honest with him as possible.

"Yeah, me too."

Derek was quick to agree but his experience came down to frantic kissing and groping as well as his own hand so to have a warm body to hump against was something completely getting to him. Especially with the way he could feel the hard on through the jeans, pressing against his own. The thought that they were doing this and that he had his hand groping at a nipple as well as hands squeezing his butt... it was a heady thought, and even more of a feeling.

His other hand got under the shirt as well since there were two nipples to play with while he pushed his ass more against the groping hands in encouragement. Maybe he didn't care if they came in their pants as long as this amazing feeling continued on for a while.

"Suck on my neck and keep going..." Stiles breathed, his whole body feeling like being on fire once both his nipples were being played with. He was so, so hard that he wondered if he's ever been this hard for someone before. This was crazy and frantic and oh so hot!

And screw it, he moved his hands to Derek's front with some difficulty since their bodies felt too good being pressed together like that, but somehow his fingers managed to start loosening said stupid belt, but Derek's T-shirt kept getting in the way so he pushed it further up on his body and stroked and lightly scratched along the warm abs and lower tummy.

"God, I love how warm your skin always is..." he moaned hoarsely, following the faint happy trail with his fingers right under the edge of the half-loosened jeans. Excitement and anticipation making his cock throb and heart beat an even crazier rhythm.

It had to be the neck Derek was invited to suck on, which was so arousing he thought he might pass out from excitement or something. Lips found the pulse point where the heart was beating rapidly, obviously Derek wasn't the only one excited about this. When eager hands tried to get at opening his pants, going as far as undoing his belt, warmth started to spread in his groin, this insane curl of pleasure building up. His breathing was coming in gasps.

When Stiles' hands found his skin, grazed along his sensitive skin on his stomach, his control shattered. He wanted it so badly, wanted the hand to dip into his pants and reach for him, that he felt the claws grow. Oh no! His fingers were massaging nipples! As if burned, he pulled them back as he threw himself off the other boy, fangs growing, eyes glowing.

Oh no, oh god, this was so bad! Panting, Derek tried to get some control but he wanted to pounce on Stiles and do more, so much more.

"What the...?" Stiles started to ask, all confused about Derek's hasty retreat. Were they going too fast? Was he pushing the other boy too much? He seemed to enjoy it just as much as Stiles did and then BAMM, all of a sudden Derek was off him and gasping for air.

Just before Stiles could ask if he was okay and what was going on, the doorbell rang. Quickly sizing up the situation, he thought it was better if he went to the door. It was probably the delivery guy with their food. Kinda saved by the bell... For now, he thought.

"Be right back..." he mumbled under his nose as he got up, adjusted his clothes and himself and walked to the door, trying to make his hair look less messy than it was. He opted for opening the door only half-way, so he could more or less hide his problem in his pants. Although it wasn't as prominent anymore, thanks to Derek's confusing reaction.

He took the bags and walked back into the living room with them. After putting them down on the coffee table still worried, he looked at Derek. "You okay? What just happened? Did I push you too much?"

Saved by the bell for sure, because the few minutes it took Stiles to get the food, were at least enough time to get the outward signs of his werewolf self back under control. So when the human returned with steaming bags of food which smelled amazing to be honest, Derek was back to his usual self even though he was still panting. And his heart was racing way too much. There was no way to explain this, he couldn't come up with a lie, didn't know what to say.

"Yeah, I'm fine, totally fine. Let's eat, I'm starving." He gave Stiles a brilliant smile and rushed to get some plates from the Stilinski kitchen as well as utensils. See, this worked, he could not talk about it and pretend like nothing happened, no problem. He didn't have to run off, they could eat and he was going to have to avoid making out more. At least for tonight. With how badly Derek wanted to jump Stiles' bones, that was going to lead to some serious problems.

Only he didn't realize how it was coming across to the other boy, with him being so jumpy each time they got further than kissing. Stiles could blame himself for being too pushy, he could think there had been something going on with Derek and start treating him way more gentle when the only problem was Derek wanting him too much.

Stiles sighed, seeing how badly Derek wanted to avoid talking about it. And he was confused about it – should he push the matter or let it slide? Because now both times things got heated between them, Derek did a one eighty on him. Two is a coincidence, right? So maybe he should wait and see if there was going to be a third time. Which would be a pattern.

Well, this put a damper on his mood for sure. Maybe he should try a gentler approach, not get so swooped up in his own needs and emotions. Give Derek more free reign with the pacing and all that... Yeah, he should try to do that from now on since it was clear that Stiles was coming too hard on him and also clearly, the other boy didn't dare to talk to him about it. Which was not good.

As they started putting food on their plates, some movie already pulled up on the TV, Stiles briefly glimpsed at Derek then focused on loading his plate with a bit of everything.

"You know you can talk to me about anything, right? I'd never tell anyone what we talk about. I might rave about you to Scott, but I don't tell him the private things," the scrawny boy said softly. Kinda like reassuring his boyfriend that he could trust Stiles. The question was: does Derek trust him?

Yeah, Stiles didn't know what this was about at all and Derek looked away, focused on filling his plate because he wanted to tell him the truth, sure, but it was way too soon. Too soon to entrust a sheriff's son with one of the biggest secrets of this town, probably even the world. And maybe his hormones would be more controllable if he did give into his needs but what if he got Stiles hurt?

"I trust you. That’s not the problem," the Hale sighed and glanced to the other teen who made him feel so much that his wolf-side was way out of control. "I can't. Yet." But he also didn't want Stiles to blame this on himself because he wasn't pushing too much and he wasn't imagining things, Derek really wanted this. What they had done? It had made his body feel like it was on fire with need to explore and find out what it was like to have sex.

"This isn't on you, you're not doing anything wrong and I really want to but I don't know how far I can go without..." Hurting Stiles. "You know." Without losing control. "So can we just keep trying until I won't wig out on you and you're not going to totally blame yourself each time we have to stop when I do?" It was a hormone problem, control problem, which would be worse on full moons and he was still learning. Now he had all the more incentive to keep trying his lessons.

"Okay, cool. We can keep trying and I promise I won't blame myself just accept that you need some room to breathe and such," Stiles said, feeling kinda relieved and already a bit better. It seemed Derek was kinda reading his mind and it felt awesome that he said out the things that worried Stiles without him having to awkwardly bring them up.

Taking a few bites and moaning from the amazing taste, there was a brief pause in their conversation then Stiles looked at the other boy. "Before we start the movie and we completely get lost in the food... Can I ask what's causing this reaction for you, though? I mean... I hope it's not some bad memory from... like... someone touching you the wrong way in the past or something?" It was always a possibility and an act Stiles felt disgusted by, but he knew how cruel and twisted the world and people could get. He watched a lot of crime documentaries and programs. "I mean... that's a very shitty thing to do to a kid, but I'd understand and wouldn't be a problem for me to accept and help you through. And if it's something else, the same statement applies," he smiled reassuringly at Derek.

Oh... Stiles suddenly gave him an opening he hadn't even thought about. The whole bad touch story. Which wouldn't be a lie but it wasn't something that had bothered Derek. Did he want that kind of “stigma” on him though? Then again, Stiles would maybe understand it better and it would give Derek time to work on his control with his family before he'd hurt the boy he was so deeply falling for. And it wasn't like he wanted to really talk about it either, all of it. Stiles was curious, he was going to ask questions.

"Kate Argent tried to... uhm. It's why she's in prison now, and it's not like she got very far or anything. But it was ugly and it was this big deal with all the adults and there's a whole trial coming up. I'm not supposed to talk about it because of trial." It wasn't like he hadn't enjoyed it or anything and yes it so wasn't the problem, she didn't get far, but there had been plans to kill his entire family and it was a complicated mess. Taking a big bite of the food, which was really good, he shrugged.

"It's why I haven't been with anybody after Paige. I mean, after the trial everybody will know what she did. Your dad knows, my family knows. It's why I'm babysitting a lot, grandparents keeping an eye on me. They don't think I realize it, but I don't mind, it's not a punishment. Boyd knows but he was the one who found us when she had her hands down my pants."

"Oh yuck, Miss Argent?! She's hot and all but seriously?! It's so fuck up from her part," Stiles stopped eating, shock evident on his face. "Wow, my old man can always surprise me. He can keep a secret even from me, it seems, because I didn't get a lot of details out of him back when she was locked up. I only heard that she acted inappropriately around a minor, but didn't know who or what she did. God, I'm so sorry, Derek. I had no idea it was you and that she came onto you like that!" he said.

"Frankly, I'm not really sure how to react to this. I mean which teenager doesn't have the fantasy of doing stuff with a matured person or a hot teacher? But if it actually happens and it's not consensual it's even worse. Are you okay?" Stiles asked, squirming a bit uneasy. Not because he'd be disgusted or anything, it was more about not knowing how to handle the situation.

"She was a very hot teacher so I mean, I was totally flattered. But she was also creepy with the way she was always lingering and I mean, with her looks, I didn't get why she'd want me. Boyd said he didn't trust her and I laughed it off, you know. We kissed a lot and that was good, not as good as with you and I guess I mostly did it to get back at Paige." Sixteen and horny, he hadn't minded getting so much attention from the substitute like Kate who was this gorgeous woman.

"It happened in the classroom and she was asking me all these questions and I wanted to leave at that point. It started out as fun and then it wasn't anymore. That's when Boyd came to see what was taking me so long. So I'm fine, it's not like anything really bad happened." Derek pondered if he should say more, but Stiles could start digging anyways now that he was made aware so did it really matter? Nobody knew if he told Stiles.

"It's made into this big deal because she was way older and a substitute so that made her my teacher and I was only sixteen. And they found stuff on her laptop, your dad did. She wanted to get information out of me so she could get into the house and kill my family. Which is crazy right?! She's probably going to be sent to Eichen House instead of prison after the sentencing because she's insane and a pedophile. She had lots of pictures of me and I wasn't fully dressed so it's pretty much a done deal."

This talk certainly didn't ruin his appetite or anything. And it was actually nice to be able to tell somebody for once instead of making it out like this was such a big bad secret. "It's not what happened that was scary, it was what could have happened."

Stiles' appetite was momentarily affected, though. He stopped eating all together and lowered his plate onto his lap as he blinked at Derek with wide eyes.

"Whoa. This is heavy! Her trying to take sexual advantage of you to get more information out of you about your family. And it is scary that you and your family could be dead right now if she succeeded and wasn't brought to justice!" the slightly paler boy whispered, making sure not to shout his realization like he wanted to. "Just thinking about that... and the fact that you wouldn't be sitting here with me... It's so fucked up. Man, these things always make me loose a little hope in humanity," he chuckled a bit nervously and shaken up.

Not to mention that he would've been crushed to learn about Derek's death, because remembering back, he was already infatuated with the Hale boy when all this had to go down. And knowing that such a huge tragedy was missed only barely... Wow!

"But I'm glad that you and your family are okay and healthy and that crazy bitch will hopefully rot either in prison or Eichen for the rest of her life!" he visibly shuddered.

"Don't feel bad. Seriously, I'm fine. My family has been great with me and your dad was a lot of help. And Boyd... he doesn't say much but he was the one to drag me to the principle right after and told what he saw. The principle kept it quiet and called my parents and asked your dad to come to our house instead of school. That's why you didn't know. And then when Kate was arrested, some girl from your class stepped forward since she had seen it happening a few times. Thanks to Erica and Boyd's testimonies, it's not my word against hers." Derek hadn't lost hope in humanity. Hunters could be bad people but since this happened, he had only seen how people could care about some teen boy they barely knew.

"Wow, Boyd is a great friend then and I wouldn't think that Erica would be brave enough to testify against Kate. That's very awesome of her. I know she's usually very withdrawn and has a condition, but she seems like a nice girl. I'm glad she could make your case against Kate stronger and that both them and our parents and the principle had your back," Stiles said with a small smile.

He knew enough about school policies and the law that they had to investigate such cases, but there were so many situations when someone would try to simply swipe it under the rug and silence the victims. It was good to know that this town cared more about their citizens. And it all of a sudden wanted to make Stiles send flowers and chocolate out to Erica, Boyd and the principle too. Maybe allow another cheat day for his dad this week. Well, the amount of food they ordered was a great way to do that anyway...

"My control isn't that great since it happened though, and that's what happens. I want you so bad and there are like these big neon signs flashing danger. And I'm afraid of hurting you. But you're all I can think about and when you touched me I felt like I was on fire, a good kind of fire."

The boy shoved Stiles' plate towards him pointedly. He took a few bites himself and licked a finger when some hot sauce dripped onto it. "I know I want you to be my first."

Stiles watched Derek licking off his finger mesmerized, his words rattling in his head accompanied by a pleasant warmth spreading in his stomach and on his cheeks. "I felt the same way when you touched me and I want you so bad too, but I'll wait until you feel comfortable and more in control," he promised then took a spring roll and bit off half of it, a bit lost in thought. "Wait... why would you think you'd hurt me? I mean how? You already did, remember?" he chuckled softly, pointing at his still bruised but nicely healing nose.

Derek scowled when the whole nose incident was mentioned again, because Stiles was never going to let him live that one down, was he? As if that ball landed on the nose on purpose. Though honestly.... "You're just tempting me to do it on purpose this time."

And Derek didn't want to talk about the rest anymore so he took his plate and settled on the couch more comfortable, digging into his food and hoping to ignore the rest of what was asked since that would betray how he wasn't totally honest when it came to the reason why he would be acting so weirdly. "I feel comfortable with you, so don't worry about that." Hopefully with a few lessons, he was going to be able to get his control and god, then he could jump Stiles' bones as he really, really wanted to.

Huh, nice way to avoid giving Stiles a real answer, but from Derek's body language and the vibes coming off him told the other boy that it'd be wiser to drop it and not push on, as he'd usually do. He could be merciful and considerate sometimes.

"Okay. Let's just watch the movie then," he shrugged it off and reached for the remote to start it. Afterwards Derek would have to leave and Stiles was planning on giving him a real good kiss as goodbye. Until then he wanted to enjoy the limited time they still had from their date. Maybe the next day they could sneak in a few kisses at school. But if not, this date and the memories of what they did on the couch (and some jerking off later tonight because hello, blue balls!) will have to help Stiles through the day.

With that he settled in to stuff his stomach until he wasn't going to be able to move while cuddling Derek. All in all, this was a great date – aside from the disturbing revelations – and he was looking forward to more of these. And to get further with Derek intimately. Oh yeah, he was really looking forward to that.

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