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[Stiles isn't alone. Derek huffed and moved towards the beta wolf and curled around him, his nose in Stiles' neck, breathing in the scent of him.

He's not awake, even though Stiles mumbles in his sleep. This is too comfortable. Comfortable enough that his erection is also pressed against Stiles' thigh]

[ That's also pretty normal. Stiles likes waking up like this, stretching out and feeling Derek's heat against his skin. It's not the first time and it won't be the last and he can be forgiven for forgetting that this is a particular circumstance.

So he just hums, hands against Derek's back, letting himself drift to wakefulness. ]

[There's a snuffle when he hums, snuffling from Derek, and then suddenly he opens his eyes and blinks, his eyelashes against Stiles' neck]

....Stiles?

[ Fingers dragging against his spine, happy and content, warm with the scent of Derek in his nose. ]

G'morning.

[He's puzzling this together, why Stiles' hand is on him, why he doesn't seem bothered by the morning wood, and he remembers. It clicks with an unpleasant note in his nose, and he shakes a bit, getting up]

It's...early.

[ With a barely swallowed down whine of disappointment he shifts, sheets bunched around his legs and his eyes on Derek. ]

Yeah, it is.

[The problem is that Derek smells like desire and want and arousal, now. Because he does]

I should-

Do you want breakfast?

You could come back to bed.

[ He doesn't sound like he's going to push it any way. To him it makes sense to keep Derek happy, he doesn't really feel anything is wrong with telling him to come back. ]

I promise I won't bite.

[He moves slowly, like he might scare him away, but there's no shyness in his movements, either.]

I'm not really your alpha.

[ Taking a deep breath. ]

Of course you are. Human me lives here, doesn't he? Kinda sounds like an alpha to me.

He might not like it.

[But he keeps moving closer, taking breaths in, breathing out through his mouth so the smell of Stiles and sex stay in his nose]

Two different time lines, two different Stiles'.

[ Shimmying to make room for Derek. ]

Two different Dereks?

How pleased do you think he'll be?

[Derek is a jealous man. He knows that about himself.]

[ Pause. ]

Stop using logic against me.

Stop making it so easy.

[Fact.]

What can I say? I am easy.

[He rolls his eyes, but that wave of desire is spiked by the smell of jealousy]

[ Leaning forward to tug him by the arm. ]

You should really learn to use your words.

You have a nose.

[A real one, not a lump of flesh between his eyes, like a human. But he lets Stiles tug him, moves into Stiles' space. Stiles smells like want.]

Towards both of me.

[ Grinning, the glint in his eye more wolf than anything. ] You'd probably find me a lot more receptive.

I can't.

[With the human Stiles]

Why not?

[He smells hot and the smell of want is thick in the room]

Because I can't.

[Because he can't have something good, it'll turn sour, because Scott, because Stiles is a kid]

[ Pushing up on his knees, his mouth inches from Derek's. ]

Quit being so afraid.

[A snarl, then.]