I'm drowning in shame. [ Head tilting to press against Talia's gently, Derek continues his slow trek down Stiles' spine to work out a line of tension. If anyone knows about knots, it's him. After all, he's practically made of them on an everyday basis, and there's no two ways around it. So he knows that Stiles-- a college student and an alpha's second-- is going to be lined with at least half as much soreness.
He digs his thumb under his shoulder blade absently when he finds a knot, letting out an amused hum that vibrates through his chest and up his throat, something like fond affection quirking at the corners of his mouth.
It's easy to stand here like this, and let his world narrow down to just the three of them. ]
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He digs his thumb under his shoulder blade absently when he finds a knot, letting out an amused hum that vibrates through his chest and up his throat, something like fond affection quirking at the corners of his mouth.
It's easy to stand here like this, and let his world narrow down to just the three of them. ]