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. ]
Good answer. [ Leaning over the sink, he pauses and braces his hands on it, dropping his head down and groaning. God, that feels good. It vaguely hits him how domestic this is, how many "wow, you two are like an old married couple" jokes are actually really, kind of true, but he's not going to admit that out loud.
Or the fact that he enjoys it like that, either. Instead, he lets his eyes flutter shut and enjoys that, completely ignoring the vegetables still needing to be chopped. ]
Glad to hear you think so. [ He shifts around to stand directly behind Stiles, using his hand that's attached to the arm that Talia is sitting on to rub at the lower portion of his back. His other hand raises higher again, digging gently below the base of Stiles' neck so he can remove all of the tension from his spine.
A part of him just wants to tuck his nose into his hair, bury his face against the back of his neck. But he ignores the feeling, smiling where Stiles can't see it. The vegetables will still be there once he finishes turning him into a pile of goop. ]
What did dad think of that? [ A little smile crosses his face, amused at the thought (probably eternally) of Derek taking orders from his dad, and he leans over a little more, content to let his eyes fall shut and enjoy the contact. When this is over, it'd be so easy to just lean backwards into him, scratch Talia behind the ears, kiss him...
Wait, wait, slow your roll, Stilinski. Focus on something else. For now he just fidgets along with Derek's movements, body shifting and rolling up where necessary. ]
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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. ]
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Or the fact that he enjoys it like that, either. Instead, he lets his eyes flutter shut and enjoys that, completely ignoring the vegetables still needing to be chopped. ]
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A part of him just wants to tuck his nose into his hair, bury his face against the back of his neck. But he ignores the feeling, smiling where Stiles can't see it. The vegetables will still be there once he finishes turning him into a pile of goop. ]
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Wait, wait, slow your roll, Stilinski. Focus on something else. For now he just fidgets along with Derek's movements, body shifting and rolling up where necessary. ]