Isaac isn't a pawn, at least not to Derek. He'd needed a pack, the numbers, the stability, but Isaac had been different. He'd been Derek's best choice, and he meant so much that he couldn't think of anything worse than hurting him. As shaky footing as he and Scott were on sometimes, he trusted him to keep Isaac safe. Make sure that no one hurt him -- including Derek. But he's here and he's warm against Derek's body and it draws a murmur from his lips. This moment is like an inversion of what should be happening, but he can't bring himself to care. Tall, lanky body that he can hold close.
Derek is almost surprised by how much he wants this, but it bubbles up like a geyser, repressed feelings he hasn't allowed himself to have. He couldn't allow himself this softness, the space to exist like this when Isaac was with him, was his Beta. Derek isn't sure that he deserves to be forgiven for what he did, but that's a conversation that they're apparently incapable of having.
Derek pauses, with Isaac's shirt halfway up that lean torso. He pauses to help the teen, let the blond pull his shirt off, come off over his head. That accomplished he's finishing what he started, pulling Isaac's off and then dropping it to the floor. It's dropping the old dynamic and letting it shatter on the floor; Derek doesn't know what he's getting himself into, why he isn't stopping it, except that it just feels too good.
He doesn't kiss him, not really, but he presses lips to his collarbone and lets his cheek and the stubble of his jaw drag against the teen's skin.
"Isaac..." And words lapse into silence because there's nothing he can say without risking ruining whatever fragile thing this is that hangs between them.
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Date: 2013-09-25 07:05 am (UTC)Derek is almost surprised by how much he wants this, but it bubbles up like a geyser, repressed feelings he hasn't allowed himself to have. He couldn't allow himself this softness, the space to exist like this when Isaac was with him, was his Beta. Derek isn't sure that he deserves to be forgiven for what he did, but that's a conversation that they're apparently incapable of having.
Derek pauses, with Isaac's shirt halfway up that lean torso. He pauses to help the teen, let the blond pull his shirt off, come off over his head. That accomplished he's finishing what he started, pulling Isaac's off and then dropping it to the floor. It's dropping the old dynamic and letting it shatter on the floor; Derek doesn't know what he's getting himself into, why he isn't stopping it, except that it just feels too good.
He doesn't kiss him, not really, but he presses lips to his collarbone and lets his cheek and the stubble of his jaw drag against the teen's skin.
"Isaac..." And words lapse into silence because there's nothing he can say without risking ruining whatever fragile thing this is that hangs between them.