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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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.