lupent (lupent) wrote in noctemrp, @ 2013-06-01 00:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: derek strider, character: francesca stilinski, location: stilinski residence, thread: complete |
WHO: Derek and Stiles
WHAT: Talking things out.
WHERE: Stilinski house
WHEN: Saturday, June 1st; late
WARNINGS: Aftermath of noncon, sex, Derek is an awkward idiot
Derek woke up from a catnap (dognap? Wolfnap?) to find Stiles curled up in bed beside him, back to Derek but cuddled close, snoring softly. He gave a small, private smile and leaned in to kiss at Stiles' neck a few times, pressing his nose into the crease between neck and shoulder and inhaling his scent. He rolled over and nestled against Stiles, and came to a very sudden and painfully arousing realization that he was hard as a rock. He whimpered low in his throat and rocked his hips against Stiles a few times before he remembered himself and pulled back quickly.
Shit. How the hell was he supposed to get out of bed without waking up Stiles and while sporting a near-painful erection? His life was hard. No pun intended.