(613): His whole street is under construction. Third walk of shame this week & I’m getting a lot of sympathetic nods from the workers.
(540): he said I was the best sex he’s ever had, handed me a burger king crown and told me to take my walk of shame with pride
Derek dabs at the enormous hickey at the hollow of his throat, gets a sick sort of thrill from the dull ache, and realizes, just in that moment, that he’s completely and utterly gone on Stiles. -When they first started fucking, they agreed on certain things, one of them being to leave no marks, and now here he is, staring at the monstrosity on his neck, feeling some sort of accomplished.
Stiles stumbles in, dressed in a pair of boxers only, hair mussed and sticking out in every direction. He’s a little bleary-eyed, pillow creases imprinted on his left cheek, looking soft and pliant, and all Derek wants to do is take him back to bed and spoon the shit out of him.
He’s so lost.
“Oh my god,” Stiles sways over to him, staring intently at the huge thing on Derek’s neck, pokes it at gently. “Is that a—is that a hickey?”
“No, I think it’s a hatebite,” Derek says, looking back at Stiles through the mirror, swatting Stiles’ probing fingers away.
“Oh, dude.” Stiles’ eyes go wide, he looks utterly mortified. “I’m so sorry, I know we agreed on—I’m—”
“It’s okay,” Derek cuts in gently, unable to stop himself from smiling like an idiot, a love-struck idiot. “I don’t mind.”
Stiles stares at him, mouth open. Derek wants to bite his lip. “Really?”
“Yeah.” Derek rolls his eyes. “I mean people will probably think I had some wild animal sucking on me.”
Stiles smirks shiteatingly, waggles his eyebrows in a way that drives Derek crazy. “Wild animal, huh?”
Derek covers his face with a hand and sighs. “I didn’t realize you were such a giant sucker.”
A slightly revamped version of my Samhain fanart. Revamped it to put up on Society 6.
I’ll always come back to you.