How does it feel that it's the 1 year anniversary of you finding out about Soap's slutty little choker/throat mic?
(I'm so sorry I was stalking your twitter yesterday cuz I can't afford patreon and needed more of your amazing art)
feels pretty astounding if i'm being honest!! never thought this brainrot would last nearly this long but here i am - more than a year after these idiots crossed onto my for you page and still raring to go!!!
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happy birthday to wonderful @goddessofsteel 🎉💕 hope this makes you smile today!
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Stiles woke up with a jolt. Opening his bleary eyes, he licked his lips and looked around, thoroughly confused as to where he was.
Then his gaze fell onto Derek.
The man was fully dressed. He was currently putting on his watch but kept his eyes on Stiles. A small amused smile lightened his face, and Stiles immediately wanted to hide from it.
“Good morning, beautiful,” said Derek.
Stiles blinked at him.
Derek chuckled, walked up to the bed and sat down beside him. He cupped Stiles’ face and gave him a light kiss on the lips, before letting him go with a small flick on his chin.
“Sleep well?”
“Mhm,” Stiles raked a hand through his hair and sat up. The covers fell to his lap, and Derek’s eyes immediately slipped down his body.
Stiles didn’t try to cover himself, though his gaze did make him want to squirm.
“I’ve booked this room till three,” said Derek, watching him. “It’s all yours. The mini-bar is paid for, and there’s a nice jacuzzi.”
Stiles’ gaze slid down Derek’s clothes. “And you?”
“As much as I would like to spend time in your company, I have to go.”
Oh.
That’s how it ends, then.
“Okay,” said Stiles, because what else could he say. They were nobody to each other. He could’ve demanded his attention and put on more charm to keep him close, but Stiles was too worn out from yesterday to do anything.
Some of the disappointment must’ve slipped through, though, because Derek smiled again. He caressed Stiles’ cheek with a finger, watching his own movements.
“I had a lot of fun last night,” he said.
Stiles stared at him.
What does that mean? Was there supposed to be a “but”?
“Me, too,” Stiles croaked, unsure of what was happening.
Derek seemed pleased. His hand traveled down Stiles’ neck with his thumb tracing the prominent veins and eventually fell down on Stiles’ covered thigh. The man seemed to have trouble keeping his hands off him.
“Want more?” he asked eventually and arched an eyebrow.
Hell, yeah.
Stiles squeezed his lips together to keep a smile in but wasn’t sure he was successful. A fiercely warm jolt of excitement sent shivers down his body.
“Yeah,” he said, keeping what he really wanted to say (fuck yes, please, please, please I have to get my mouth on your dick and feel a beard burn on my thighs) to himself.
Derek’s pleased and somewhat relieved grin was beautiful. He caught Stiles’ hand and kissed the back of it.
“I’m taking you out to dinner tonight, then.” The man was literally glowing. Stiles fought a laugh at how easy all of it was.
“Awesome,” came out of Stiles’ mouth and he quickly shut it, but Derek, thankfully, laughed.
“I gotta go.” He kissed Stiles in the corner of his lips and stood up. “I’ll text you. Take your time and relax, okay, baby?”
And all these fucking nicknames… Stiles had never been called that before, but he found himself liking it.
“I will.”
Derek left, after tearing his gaze away from Stiles’ body and saying goodbye one more time. Stiles fell back on the bed with the silliest grin and stretched, sighing in pleasure.
He was going to have so much fucking fun.
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