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Derek gets kicked out of the comic book shop about an hour before closing so Stiles can actually do his job, and he smirks at him through the window as Stiles fixes his hair and straightens his clothes. He’d been very grateful for Derek bringing him dinner, and it showed.
Derek himself is flushed, lips pink and swollen, and the collar of his shirt is stretched enough to display the sweat glistening in the hollow of his throat. They hadn’t done more than kiss and rut against each other in the back room of the shop, but Derek can’t stop smiling. Kissing Stiles never gets old. With Paige, it was awkward and fumbling, and Kate didn’t really seem to want to kiss him at all. He knows why now, and he’s almost glad for it. He barely kissed the few people he picked up in New York, because something about kissing makes it seem much more intimate than sex itself.
Stiles he could happily kiss for hours, even if it never goes any further.
Going back to an empty apartment doesn’t seem appealing, and Stiles won’t be off for an hour, so Derek points himself near the coffee shop. It’s late, and they’re near closing, but Derek manages to get himself a cookie to eat on his walk home. He’s almost to Dimera when a thought occurs to him, and he heads instead to the convenience store up the street.
They’re out of lube, and it’s crazy expensive here, but he’s pretty sure the pharmacy is closed and this isn’t something that can wait until tomorrow. Especially after that display in the back room of the comic book shop. Derek discreetly adjusts his jeans and grabs a bottle of their preferred brand, closing it in his fist as he heads for the candy aisle. He’s perusing the different kinds of gummy candy when the bell above the door chimes, and he’s too into his internal bears vs worms debate to look up and see who just walked in.
Derek himself is flushed, lips pink and swollen, and the collar of his shirt is stretched enough to display the sweat glistening in the hollow of his throat. They hadn’t done more than kiss and rut against each other in the back room of the shop, but Derek can’t stop smiling. Kissing Stiles never gets old. With Paige, it was awkward and fumbling, and Kate didn’t really seem to want to kiss him at all. He knows why now, and he’s almost glad for it. He barely kissed the few people he picked up in New York, because something about kissing makes it seem much more intimate than sex itself.
Stiles he could happily kiss for hours, even if it never goes any further.
Going back to an empty apartment doesn’t seem appealing, and Stiles won’t be off for an hour, so Derek points himself near the coffee shop. It’s late, and they’re near closing, but Derek manages to get himself a cookie to eat on his walk home. He’s almost to Dimera when a thought occurs to him, and he heads instead to the convenience store up the street.
They’re out of lube, and it’s crazy expensive here, but he’s pretty sure the pharmacy is closed and this isn’t something that can wait until tomorrow. Especially after that display in the back room of the comic book shop. Derek discreetly adjusts his jeans and grabs a bottle of their preferred brand, closing it in his fist as he heads for the candy aisle. He’s perusing the different kinds of gummy candy when the bell above the door chimes, and he’s too into his internal bears vs worms debate to look up and see who just walked in.
