Changing Patterns

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    "When did this happen? It looks older then the others." His voice is low and suppressing a growl. Stiles clears his throat and moves his thigh inward away from Derek's touch.

    "Lacrosse practice. It's a dangerous game my friend." He announce cheerily and pushed himself up to a stand, bitting the second strip of bacon between his lips to hold while he busied his hands with the hem of his zip up jacket in an attempt to pull it downward.

    Derek followed and stood up making one swift turn to stand in front of the man. He helped at the suddenness releasing his bacon to which Derek caught as it fell. Not far, just at his chest, which Derek know pushed against and forced stiles to sit despite his argument and sputtering what's and why's. Derek leaned down and examined the bruise thoroughly, know kneeling before stoles and offering his bacon back, which he didn't take and Derek had to place on the plate again. Instead Stiles's shifted sitting before Derek, backing up more onto the bed before bringing up his in-injured leg and narrowly missing kicking Derek. The werewolf growled at the motion and met Stiles's interested eyes.

"What?" He snapped back."

"Your just- right there.." he muttered and looked away, "your just close to me, your never close enough to be touching me in anyway that you didn't intentionally do. Which usually happened cause I annoyed you and you decided to push me against a wall and threaten my throat with vicious werewolf teeth that doesn't really hold any weight cause I know you would g hurt pack- and I'm pack. Right? I think I am. Despite not be a werewolf or anything. And honestly you never actual hurting me to begin with proves my point, the whole externally gentle touch when you do throw me against a wall- which is hotter then it should be. And Oh My God why did I say that." Stiles's hand snaps over his mouth in seconds just as Derek leans up in the small space it takes to be eye level with the human.

"One, I touch you accidentally all the time, two yes. You are pack. And I don't hurt you. And three... thanks." Derek leaned closer, lips neatly at Stiles's ear. "Your pretty hot yourself sometimes." With that he leaned back and reached for the bruise cream on the nightstand close to the plate with a know cold pancake.

"I-I can do it!" Stoles reaches for the small container in Derek's hands, instantly pulling it out of reach and almost smirking at stiles.

"But I think I want too." Stiles flushed. He's completely different then yesterdays actions. Literally opposite of how he'd acted. Jumping at the opportunity to make out with the alpha of the pack, oozing confidence, and anger alike. Know he's almost shy like, and rambling like he sometimes did about nonsense here and there.

Derek twisted open the cap and continuously looked up to meet Stiles's eyes in a teasing way, which he actually loved. Why know was this changing and why know was he noticing how fun it was to drag the scent of arousal and something like panic —embarrassment— from stiles. Derek put a small bit of off-white cream on his fingers and laid the cold substance on his leg, quickly rubbing it in to rid Stiles's skin of its growing goosebumps. The human hummed with satisfaction, quickly cutting myself off with covering his mouth and coughing.

    Derek's small and underlying smirk grew to be a bit more clear as he rubbed the cream in. Then setting down the small container to look up at a red stiles who easily avoided his eyes. Derek's scoffed almost before leaning down and kissing his thigh. Stiles flinched at the touch and know stared at Derek surprised, a small smirk of his own peeking out from under his hand. Derek switched to Stiles's other exposed thigh and laid a more open mouthed kiss to it, then shooting up eyes level with the younger man; placing a hand on either side of stiles. Who's eyes dim and narrow in a similar was to the day before. When stiles had confidently kissed him.

    Derek's eyes mimicked the motion and leaned in snatching Stiles's lips up with his own. They took no time slithering their tongues to the others mouth to dangerously explore the new sensation. Stiles leaned his head back partly when Derek bit his bottom lip. A puff of breath spreading across Derek's face and falling back to Stiles's own. Derek leaned in and pushed stiles back, a hand moving to the younger's thigh and gripping lightly as stiles hummed into their lips. Pushing against Derek and trying to raise his chest against him, hands know gripping the wolfs shoulders as he twisted his tongue around Derek's.

    The man's eyes were pinched closed in a pained expression as his other hand moved to grab Stiles's chin. Pinching it tight and jerking it away before snapping his eyes open and starring at the red cheeked, heavy eyes, curious faced man before him. His head swiveled around faster than stiles thought it could before he pushed back and stepped away from the bed, dropping his normal black features as Liam rounded the corner and caught sight of the two.

    "Hey!" He starts and steps into the room through the open door, stiles had completely forgot about the rest of the pack downstairs. "Scott says time to get ready, Deaton's on his way."

    Stiles scoffed, "oh god he sounds like my dad, time to get ready." He mimicked and then laughed, Liam following with a chuckle.

    "Then we'll get out of your way." Deeek grunts starting for the door and practically shoving Liam out, he looks over his shoulder, paused them looked at the plate. "Just that, please." His words made Liam snap his head to Derek, who rolled his eyes with a sigh and pulled the door closed despite the clear hissing of the burn it gave his hand. Stiles sighed, placed fingers to his lips, and fell back in his bed with a heavily soft thud.

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