Mm.
{It’s amusing how riled up Stiles often got about something as simple as Batman or Manbat or whatever it was. Then he notices how his human is staring, how his words seem to startle him and he barely manages to hide a quiet smile. Stiles is awkward, clumsy as he crawls into bed with him but it’s okay and something he’ll never tire of. Not that he’ll admit to it. Even now as he curls an arm around Stiles and leans his head to rest lightly against the boy’s own head. Closing his eyes again, he slowly continues to trace invisible patterns along Stiles’ shoulder.}
Still calling me sour wolf…
{A soft murmur against Stiles’ forehead before he reaches with his other hand to cradle warm skin and tilt the boy’s face up towards his own in the slightest. Stealing a soft kiss, he lingers close, thumb brushing along Stiles’ cheekbone. Words rumble out quietly, ghosting soft lips with heated breath.}
You’ll never learn, Stiles.
[ Stiles was almost in a daze with his hand tracing over Derek’s hard abs before his voice pulled him out of it. Hazel eyes blinking a few times as he looked up as much as he could into his face. Though that wasn’t as successful as he thought it would be either until he felt those lips against his. Goddamn that man and his own kryptonite. Instantly, the goofy and boyish smile spread out across his face rapidly as he leaned up as much as he could to kiss him back just as softly.
Shaking his head a few times, he laughed under his breath and shifted a little bit so that he was facing the man better. Looking into his face, he pulled away only for a few moments with his own subtle mischievousness in his eyes. ]
Do you honestly think I ever learn from my mistakes, Derek?
(Source: imnotyourrobin)
[ Reaching into the bag, he grabbed the last of the Cheetos and munched on them while crunching up the plastic bag into as small of a ball as he could before tossing it over towards the trash bin. A brief smile stretching across his face when he saw that it had made it in anyway. The comment caused the smile to fade however and he let out a louder huff of air, swiveling the chair around to look at the man taking up his entire bed without much effort and reached down next to him, picking up a plushie-like ball and threw it at the man’s chest. Grinning when it hit him and stood up from the chair to walk to the edge of the bed. ]
Do you call me Robin because I call you Batman? Is that what it is? Because I mean, the resemblance is uncanny. And don’t you dare call him Man bat because those are two completely different people.
{Opening an eye as the soft weight lands on his chest, he picks it up and examines it quietly. Slowly his his fingers run over the plush ball and his eyes open as he watches Stiles, raising an eyebrow. Tossing the plushie at Stiles he gives a quiet grunt and moves over, giving the other room to join him if he wanted.}
Man bat, Batman, same thing in my book. Still don’t understand why you call me that.
{Closing his eyes once more, he’s slowly relaxing further onto the bed. Only after a slow minute he peeks an eye open, watching Stiles and raising an eyebrow before murmuring quietly, a smirk ghosting his lips.}
So are you going to join me…?
They are not the same.. They are totally different, you sour wolf..
[ He mumbled the last phrase under his breath, though knowing he would be heard anyway. Standing there for a few moments, he took the time to look over the half naked and sculpted body laying in front of him. Times like these made him wonder really why Derek was here, why he liked to just bathe himself in Stiles’ scent and cause his own to coat the room.
Smiling faintly to himself at the thoughts, he realized that he had probably been quiet for too long to cause alarm and spazzed out a little bit. Swallowing hard and nodding to himself at the question, and without bothering to remove his shirt or basketball shorts, he unsuccessfully maneuvered over to lay down next to him. Gluing himself to Derek’s side like a magnet and laid his head down on his chest, a hand coming up and fingers began to absently stroke his ab muscles. Tracing over them just from memory alone. ]
Mhm. Sure, Robin.
[ Huffs slightly and narrows his eyes at him before reaching into the bag and stuffing a few Cheetos into his mouth. Turning away from Derek to look at his computer screen again though turned back to look at him when he was bored looking at the wiki site. He munched on the snack as quietly as possible with little to no success before swallowing. ] Do not mock my ability to not be totally kickass.
{ Lounging on Stiles’ bed is becoming a rapidly increasing favored past time. Donned in only boxers, he stretches idly upon the sheets and watches Stiles with something close to mild amusement. While those familiar brown eyes are trained on the computer screen, he closes his eyes and relaxes. The words though draw a slow smile to his lips as he lays there and says calmly enough.}
Right. Whatever you say, Robin.
[ Reaching into the bag, he grabbed the last of the Cheetos and munched on them while crunching up the plastic bag into as small of a ball as he could before tossing it over towards the trash bin. A brief smile stretching across his face when he saw that it had made it in anyway. The comment caused the smile to fade however and he let out a louder huff of air, swiveling the chair around to look at the man taking up his entire bed without much effort and reached down next to him, picking up a plushie-like ball and threw it at the man’s chest. Grinning when it hit him and stood up from the chair to walk to the edge of the bed. ]
Do you call me Robin because I call you Batman? Is that what it is? Because I mean, the resemblance is uncanny. And don’t you dare call him Man bat because those are two completely different people.
my teeth / your throat
I’m really not. Seriously, no. I’m not Robin. If anyone’s Robin, it’s Scott.
Mhm. Sure, Robin.
[ Huffs slightly and narrows his eyes at him before reaching into the bag and stuffing a few Cheetos into his mouth. Turning away from Derek to look at his computer screen again though turned back to look at him when he was bored looking at the wiki site. He munched on the snack as quietly as possible with little to no success before swallowing. ] Do not mock my ability to not be totally kickass.
I’m really not. Seriously, no. I’m not Robin. If anyone’s Robin, it’s Scott.
Yeah.. I really can’t smell anything. I mean, yeah with Derek I smell that muskiness and the forest cause he runs through there a lot but.. Huh. And now I wonder what vampires smell like. Do you know what they smell like? I feel like it would be something a bit more fancier then werewolves, or maybe that’s just me and the kind of parallels. And wait.. Werewolves drinking vampire blood? What the holy hell?
We usually smell… It’s hard to explain. But with vampires it’s easier to sense them out is because there’s no heartbeat. That’s a pretty tell tale sign right there. But yeah, they were doin’ V thanks to an ancient vampire who liked havin’ them under his control.
Well yeah I mean.. I feel like that would be the first sign. I mean, if you don’t have a pulse that kind of freaks some people out at first. But of course, there could be worse things then not having a pulse. Like.. seriously? Well I mean.. I can’t think of anything at the moment but I probably will when I’m trying to sleep later. ….That sounds completely and totally insane. Yes out of all of the things I’ve seen, that almost sounds insane.
(Source: wakkopacksawaythesnacks)
Heh You caught me on that one. But that I can’t entirely blame myself on. I mean.. I’m a growing boy and I have a really high metabolism. Oh right, you haven’t been around long enough. But lacrosse is this kind of violent sport that where you.. Well basically use sticks and a ball and your objective is to get the ball into the net and score points.
Yes, I understand completely, though my reasons are not the same as yours. I merely need the fuel for how active I am. *quirks an eyebrow with a grin* That sounds ridiculous.
It kind of is yeah. But it’s kind of the sport in our town and we’ve gone to state the last few years thanks to this one guy. And it’s kind of an honor to be able to play. Of course I’m not first line but still. The fact that I’m close to being first line is great.
Getting back home from a lacrosse game and I’m freaking starving.
*laughs* You are always hungry, Stiles. And … lacrosse? What is that?
Heh You caught me on that one. But that I can’t entirely blame myself on. I mean.. I’m a growing boy and I have a really high metabolism. Oh right, you haven’t been around long enough. But lacrosse is this kind of violent sport that where you.. Well basically use sticks and a ball and your objective is to get the ball into the net and score points.
