so I hit 400 followers this week, and I have no idea what you’re all doing here, but have some porn as a thank you for sticking around.
Derek clamps his hand around Stiles’ forearm and Stiles instantly stills, his eyes wide as he looks up at Derek. His mouth drops open, pink tongue darting out to wet his lower lip and Derek grins ferally, fingers flexing around Stiles’ arm. If he wanted to he could break it, hurt Stiles, make him cry out in pain. He won’t, he doesn’t want to be the reason behind any of Stiles’ pain, but he could. Stiles trusts him, and each day Derek has that trust he has to adjust his worldview. Has to realise again that there’s someone there for him to lean on. It’s almost too much sometimes, when they’re tangled together like this, heated skin against heated skin—it’s all Derek can do to keep breathing.