"I didn't have to…" he breathes against Derek's neck. He can tell that this was something Derek needed to know, both that he wasn't being held captive and that he hadn't bargained away his soul. That hadn't been the payment for this power, the power was the payment, another tenant inside him, giving a voice to that darkness that had grown around his heart.
He can tell that Derek wants him. That knowing he's still there makes it okay. Stiles supposes he'd guessed right, that he couldn't let himself want if it was just the demon, if Stiles was inside, captive and possibly unwilling. Derek didn't just want his body, he wanted him, and he was glad to see that, at least as far as he could tell, that he wasn't holding his darkness against him.
He feels Derek growing hard, and he gives a slow movement of his hips, grinding himself against Derek as he leaned closer. He could feel what he wanted. There was a hint of regret as he feels a desire to be fucked like a wolf, to be mated, bred, knotted, and there's a glimmer of the old Stiles with a wide-eyed giddy grin that seems to say he's just happened across something particularly perverted, and there's a quirk at the corners of his mouth that say he's not sharing just yet…
"I asked for exactly what I got," he breathed as he let go of Derek's wrists and leaned back, just slightly, upper torso only, holding him against the wall with his hips as he starts to peel up his t-shirt.
"I know what you want," he teases, a knowing smile catching one side of his mouth and spreading, playful as he exposes himself to Derek, an inch of skin at a time.
"Me," he adds in a stage whisper, mocking the reveal like it's not really a secret at all. "You want to get fucked hard… big bad wolf," he muses with a grin, eyes dragging down his body.
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He can tell that Derek wants him. That knowing he's still there makes it okay. Stiles supposes he'd guessed right, that he couldn't let himself want if it was just the demon, if Stiles was inside, captive and possibly unwilling. Derek didn't just want his body, he wanted him, and he was glad to see that, at least as far as he could tell, that he wasn't holding his darkness against him.
He feels Derek growing hard, and he gives a slow movement of his hips, grinding himself against Derek as he leaned closer. He could feel what he wanted. There was a hint of regret as he feels a desire to be fucked like a wolf, to be mated, bred, knotted, and there's a glimmer of the old Stiles with a wide-eyed giddy grin that seems to say he's just happened across something particularly perverted, and there's a quirk at the corners of his mouth that say he's not sharing just yet…
"I asked for exactly what I got," he breathed as he let go of Derek's wrists and leaned back, just slightly, upper torso only, holding him against the wall with his hips as he starts to peel up his t-shirt.
"I know what you want," he teases, a knowing smile catching one side of his mouth and spreading, playful as he exposes himself to Derek, an inch of skin at a time.
"Me," he adds in a stage whisper, mocking the reveal like it's not really a secret at all. "You want to get fucked hard… big bad wolf," he muses with a grin, eyes dragging down his body.
And to think, Stiles had been afraid of him once.