↳ color me sterek: #12 requested by (3) anons & lifeofstiles
[ I realize the image used is Hobrien but I imagine in my head all the time domestic!sterek and since this is the closest thing we have and I do not draw and my manips are meh - I went with it - THEIR LOVE IS LIKE A BEAUTIFUL TREE THAT WILL FOREVER GROW *runs off sobbing* ]
"Should I pretend I’m still scared of you? Or we’re gonna skip the foreplay today?" Stiles smirked, ignoring the knob of the door digging a hole into his lover back. Actually, his back has for this specific door knob a soft spot - just next to his left kidney.
"Stop being a smartass," Derek hissed angrily. Maybe Jackson shouldn’t have come back. Derek is picking some nasty habits from him.
"Can’t. Default setting."
Derek glared at him. Which didn’t do much to Stiles, since Derek has been glaring at him all evening. Like this whole thing was Stiles’ idea or something… Which kind of was. Okay, he’ll give him this one.
"It’s not that big of a deal," Stiles sighs and rolls his eyes almost too hard. He still has a black eye, which hurts like a bitch, even if he’s not touching it. Which he is. Constantly.
"Not a big deal? Are you fucking with me?"
Stiles couldn’t help himself and smirked again. “I would love to, but for some reason you rather argue with me.”
Derek sighs heavily and pulls himself away. Slightly. He is still close enough for Stiles to feel his hot damp breath in his cleavage, where Derek’s fist pulls his shirt down. Derek closes his eyes for a moment and takes two deep breaths. Then another two. And then pulls himself away completely.
Stiles sees the change in his expression. Eyebrows still furrowed, but his jaw not clenched so tight anymore, corners of his mouth turning slightly down. Stiles’ snark disappears in a second, facing Derek’s unhappiness.
"It’s okay, Derek. It was just a little hitch, I’m fine. We are fine."
At the ‘we’ Derek’s eyes snaps open. Gray-brown-green (fucking magical, if you ask Stiles) eyes burning with all those things Derek never says. But Stiles knows. They were in this together for far too long for him to not know.
He stretches one arm and brushes tips of his fingers from stubbled jaw down to Derek’s neck. Palming his throat and feeling that one heavy gulp of Derek’s Adam apple signaling that werewolf want to say something, but can’t form the right words.
"We are fine," Stiles repeats slowly. Words heavy with certainty. They are always fine. And they always will be fine, as long as there is ‘we’.
Derek nods shortly and then covers Stiles’ hand with his own. He may not be able to find the right words, but he can always show Stiles what he has in mind.
Stiles bites down a smile, when Derek harshly kisses him. Now they are talking.
this was just a doodle that i decided to experiment on and ended up painting way too much detail into the cocks
and copious amounts of vulcan precum/lube because that’s a thing that i like
i am working on other stuff besides porn btw i just can’t post any of it lately uubububuu
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