I don't know, this is a pretty win-win situation to me. [ Stiles gets backrubs, Derek gets to touch him. Touching Stiles is probably nestled at the top spot of his favorite things to do, by this point, and that includes all subcategories of the action. And he won't lie (at least to himself) and say that he wouldn't have missed doing it, if he and Stiles had parted ways after the mission was finally over. Hell, the idea alone makes him sick, because of just how integral the other agent has become in his life.
Something soft and amused, but definitely affectionate, rumbles in his chest-- a little like a deep chuckle, but he works his fingers up his spine slowly, digging into every line of tension he can find. ]
I'm keeping you. [ That comes out muffled from where Stiles dropped his head against his shoulder, eyes fluttered shut as Derek gets into the knot right at the bottom of his back, where he bends over his computer writing code. It's pretty much bliss, and he can't help the satisfied noise he makes as he gets comfortable, wrapped up in Derek's arms.
He lifts his head again, though, and looks up at the ceiling. ] You know, if you didn't snore, you'd be marriage material.
[ It's a joke, so obviously a joke, and he wiggles his eyebrows at him, then smacks a kiss on his cheek. ]
Good to know I'm useful. [ Curling his fingers tight into his lower back, then bowing his hand to rub his knuckles into the same spot, Derek looks up at the ceiling while Stiles tucks his face into his shoulder. He's used to this by now, content in the actions, and can carry on even while half asleep. Which he does, frequently, whenever Stiles refuses to get up in the morning or they've dozed off for a nap and should probably get up again.
His eyes are still on the ceiling when Stiles looks up as well, and he just laughs a little, chest vibrating with the quiet sound. ] You talk in your sleep, drool, fall out of bed, and sleep with your ass in the air sometimes. I don't think you're one to talk about poor sleeping habits.
[ He turns in the kiss, though, so that he can rub his nose against Stiles' cheek before pressing a kiss there in return. ]
You love when I sleep with my ass in the air, thank you. [ Stiles makes a dirty joke and surprises absolutely no one with it, wiggling his eyebrows even more. He's feeling a bit ornery today, if it's not completely obvious, and Stiles snickers, lets him return the kiss to his cheek.
He mostly just came down here to bother Derek, to be honest. ] At least I don't have a six AM workout routine. Who does pushups at six AM?
It is a good view, fair. [ Derek is completely unsurprised and simply raises his eyebrows in response to Stiles' wiggling ones, before his hands are sliding out from under his shirts. They slip right into Stiles' back pockets without remorse, fingers curling comfortably and as if he's not groping his boyfriend-fake-husband.
Yeah, he can tell. But he's used to it by now. ] Those pushups keep the muscles you seem so very fond of in shape, thank you.
[ That earns him a good natured eyeroll, and Stiles reacts to the hands in his pockets simply by wriggling a little to help him get his hands deeper down there. Not even regretting this a little--he was trying to get Derek's entire attention. Total success. ]
Those pushups happen at six AM! When normal people are sleeping! [ Stiles scoffs lightly and rolls his head across his chest to look at him again, resting his arms on his chest and his chin on his forearms. ] I mean, I totally appreciate the muscles, don't get me wrong.
[ Ah, there we go. Derek settles comfortably, hands curved to follow the shape of Stiles' ass through his pants. There are many things he could say in regards to this, but he just lets the amusement on his face speak for him more than anything else. Basically, Stiles really does his undivided attention. ]
Are we actually normal people? [ He scoffs back at him, though there's no real heat behind it. Instead, he shifts his shoulders a little against the couch to sit up just a little bit. Not enough to disturb Stiles, but so that his head isn't quite resting on the armrest anymore. ] I don't sleep. So I do productive things.
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Something soft and amused, but definitely affectionate, rumbles in his chest-- a little like a deep chuckle, but he works his fingers up his spine slowly, digging into every line of tension he can find. ]
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He lifts his head again, though, and looks up at the ceiling. ] You know, if you didn't snore, you'd be marriage material.
[ It's a joke, so obviously a joke, and he wiggles his eyebrows at him, then smacks a kiss on his cheek. ]
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His eyes are still on the ceiling when Stiles looks up as well, and he just laughs a little, chest vibrating with the quiet sound. ] You talk in your sleep, drool, fall out of bed, and sleep with your ass in the air sometimes. I don't think you're one to talk about poor sleeping habits.
[ He turns in the kiss, though, so that he can rub his nose against Stiles' cheek before pressing a kiss there in return. ]
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He mostly just came down here to bother Derek, to be honest. ] At least I don't have a six AM workout routine. Who does pushups at six AM?
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Yeah, he can tell. But he's used to it by now. ] Those pushups keep the muscles you seem so very fond of in shape, thank you.
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Those pushups happen at six AM! When normal people are sleeping! [ Stiles scoffs lightly and rolls his head across his chest to look at him again, resting his arms on his chest and his chin on his forearms. ] I mean, I totally appreciate the muscles, don't get me wrong.
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Are we actually normal people? [ He scoffs back at him, though there's no real heat behind it. Instead, he shifts his shoulders a little against the couch to sit up just a little bit. Not enough to disturb Stiles, but so that his head isn't quite resting on the armrest anymore. ] I don't sleep. So I do productive things.