[ 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. ]
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God.
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Derek presses another kiss to Stiles' mouth and reaches for something, a shirt, and wipes the mess up]
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Nap time.
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[ Draping over him. ]
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I should check on Isaac.
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[ Nuzzling at him. That also works. ]
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I won't go anywhere.
[He sounds...appeased. Calm.]
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