One Night

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Silence split into the room ushering more silence as Derek stared back at stiles. His skin crawling beneath the man's large leather jacket, so worn the tough material was loose and movable. Stiles lets his own eyes burrow into Derek, staring and watching, studying, reading. He new Derek wanted to talk about the gap in his mind, between wherever and whatever he was doing, and swallowing his cum. God that's so lude, the words are brutal to think. But it's what happened and it's where they are. So stiles stared back at Derek who seemed to be fighting words in his head as he watched stiles shift his weight, watched the small movement in the jackets left pocket as he picked at his fingers nervously.

    "Derek?" Stiles spoke, the sound ringing in the room like an argent emitter.

    Derek cleared his throat quickly and shook his head free of scattering words in a small almost unnoticeable way. His eyes pinched shut as he thought another moment before clearing his throat a second time. Derek's eyes finally open and land on stiles who know, most likely, reeks of nervous, worry, anxiety- whatever had a smell to it.

    "I'm sorry." Derek stated surly. A long pause falling to the room around them once again. He'd settled on apology instead of figuring out what had happened. Well- how it happened. Stiles was shocked, eyes wide and mouth agape at Derek. Who looks away to lick his lips, stiles mimics the motion, wetting his bottom lip before chewing it closed and softening his gaze, as forced as it was, seeing as his heart still pounded erratically at the surprise of the words. Stiles looked back at Derek showing no surprise that was surly heard.

"Your scent has always been... attracting- appealing? To say the least. And last night- while I was out looking for anything to help with finding Boyd and Erica... I thought with the heightened senses of the full moon I could catch a scent. And I did! Just.. not what I expected. And I just lost it, everything went fuzzy and then I was with you and-..." Derek cut himself off a clear blush meeting his neck and cheeks.

    "Me..." stiles answers. "You smelt me... Always?.." stiles somewhat asked the other male. Derek nodded yes to the question.

    "Did I.. did I hurt you?" Derek stepped closer, arms still crossed but eyes know roaming what's visible of stiles under his jacket.

    "Oh- um..." Stiles's hands were moving before his mind. Landing on the large hugging black jacket he's wearing and gripping the top nervously. Stiles nods slightly as he starts to open and slid it down partly; hanging at his elbows, not ready to rid himself of it. "Hurt- isn't exactly the right word, but my neck does sting.."

    Stiles tapped the clearly human bite mark at the base of his neck and kept his eyes from Derek's. The man stepped closer and leaned in to examine as he raised a hand to touch the younger's neck worriedly. Stiles's skin twitched at the touch and sent warmth he really didn't want throughout his skin. Derek's hand pulled back from stiles' exposed neck, that he strained for Derek's better view, when the teen practically flinched at his touch.

    "And-.." stiles cut himself off already lifting the jacket and his shirt just right to reveal growing hand looking bruises on his hips.

    Derek sighed tiredly, worriedly, as he looked at the marks and then backed up abruptly. "I'm sorry.." he mumbled. "Normally I can drown it out, but last night" the man's words cut off as he looks away.