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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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. ]