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[He makes that noise again, deep in his throat, a whimper and a growl all at once. He can't help it, he bites at Stiles' mouth, then at his neck, rocking harder and harder until finally he comes with a harsh cry]

[ It's the fact that Derek loses control, that he has Stiles pinned down and is rocking against him with such need that brings Stiles off, his hand speeding up once Derek has come all over him. He pants a little, fingers twitching before he tips over the edge, a low bark of a groan in his throat. ]

God.

[He smells like Derek, and god, that's even more attractive, that's even more-

Derek presses another kiss to Stiles' mouth and reaches for something, a shirt, and wipes the mess up]

[ Wrapping around him and dragging him back into the sheets. ]

Nap time.

You just woke up.

Nap time.

[ Draping over him. ]

[He's letting this happen. Why is he letting this happen]

I should check on Isaac.

I will keep saying it until you do it.

Does that usually get you what you want?

You'd be surprised.

[ Nuzzling at him. That also works. ]

[That's definitely calming his wolf down]

[ So draping over him and nuzzling totally equals naps. Because Stiles feels sleepy and he's not moving. ]

Okay, okay.

I won't go anywhere.

[He sounds...appeased. Calm.]

Just go to sleep sour wolf.

[He's dozing again, soon. Calm.]

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