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(1)

From the Heart

From their heart-shaped tub, Stiles watched his naked husband stalk around dimming lights, the perfect way to spend their honeymoon.

No. Wait. Not perfect.

“D’erk,” Stiles slurred. “Ya need t’ get in. Think I’m stuck in a ventricle.”

Hopping gracefully into the tub, “How much champagne have you drunk?” Derek asked.

“Lots. Kiss me now.”

Derek kissed him. “You taste like Veuve Clicquot.”

Stiles sighed. “You’re so smart. Married you ‘cause you’re so smart, ya know.”

“I know.”

After another kiss, “An’ ‘cause you got a great ass and bomb dick.”

“I know, Stiles. You said that in your vows.”

 Knot Likely

Pressing himself against Derek’s chest, Stiles felt sweat between them, and something like a baseball in his rectum.

(Being the analytical type, he liked precise comparisons.)

After his third orgasm he also felt a bit detached, mentally at least, from the proceedings.

Derek, non-verbal, managed only grunts, exhalations both sudden and slow.

Stiles reached behind, nesting his fingers in Derek’s sweaty hair.

“So if I conjure up a knot on my dick, then I can knot you?” he asked.

A deep, drawn out, “Mmmm,” meant Derek had either climaxed again or else he was agreeing.

Stiles decided Derek was agreeing.

(3)

Hide and Giggle

Derek wishes Stiles would just believe him when he says things instead of making Derek show him. He told Stiles that he can find him wherever he’s hiding, because Derek’s a werewolf.

They’re playing hide-n-seek again because Stiles doesn’t believe him (not in the mean way doesn’t believe him, though.)

Stiles giggles every time he’s hiding and Derek finds him that way. But Stiles wants Derek to find him when he doesn’t giggle and Derek doesn’t think that can happen, ever.

Stiles’s scent is everywhere now. It’s making Derek feel funny in his tummy.

Then he hears Stiles giggle again.

(4)

P T Yay

“Your son’s holding my daughter’s hand,” the very attractive stranger informed Stiles.

“He said she thinks Bumblebee’s the best movie ever too. They’ve bonded over it.”

Still looking seriously parental the guy offered his hand. “Derek Hale.”

“Stiles Stilinski.”

“Truth is, I’m her uncle.”

“Hmm. Truth is, I’m divorced.”

“Hmm.”

“You think a PTA Founders Day party’s the appropriate setting for a meet-cute?”

“I think my sister will kill me if I pick up a guy while playing my daddy role.”

Stiles grinned. “’Daddy role’ suits you.”

“Would you like my number?”

“I think I’ve got your number, but, yes.”