what's your number

[fetishes]

what's your #? a meme about what it says on the tin. 1. post with your character, canon, prefs if you like 2. include in your comment the number of individual sexual partners your character has had (feel free to headcanon it up; zeroes are valid) 3. comment to others. be surprised, scandalised, delighted, etc.

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[feroces]

[Stiles either had really good instincts or just played this game way too much, because he put two of the three banana peels in spots where Derek of course slid on them.]

One was. The other was a guy from one of my history classes.

[He says that as casually as anything else. It wasn't a big deal to him really, it's just that Stiles and the others never bothered to ask.]

[teenyoda]

Yeah? So... that makes you...

[He left the clarification hanging, licking his lip as he took a turn sharply, then fired off a shell behind him, just because.]

[feroces]

Bi. What about it?

[And of course the shell hits him as he makes the turn, just because.]

Oh come on! How do you keep doing that!

[teenyoda]

Nothing. Nothing at all.

[His pulse picked up again, his butt shifting on the bed as the thought of 'bi Derek' echoed in his head. Shirtless bi Derek. Naked bi Derek. God, those pants were tight...]

Mm? I told you. Skill.

[feroces]

It doesn't sound like nothing, Stiles.

[Stiles should know better. He's messing with a werewolf right now, so he should know that Derek would pick up on the slightest change in his breathing or his heartbeat. And being this close, Derek can't even try to ignore it, and how it gets his own heart racing all over again.

It's more than enough of a distraction that Derek loses to Stiles once again by a wide margin.]

[teenyoda]

[Good thing for Stiles he only needs about a quarter of his concentration to play the game, because the rest of his brain is trying to get his dick so shut up and go back to sleep while also paying attention to the very buff, very tense werewolf next to him. Just how good was his sense of smell anyway?]

Mm?

[feroces]

I can hear your heart racing, and your breathing his shallow.

[Derek sets down the controller, and, deciding to go for broke, he moves to straddle Stiles' hips, sitting firmly in his lap.]

You've been making jokes and innuendos all day. You came over here smelling like sex... And you're too smart to have missed all of that.

[teenyoda]

[Well, his heart was certainly racing a lot more now. He looked up, surprised, tongue coming out to wet his lips again.]

I smell like sex? But I haven't had sex to-- oh.

[Right. Well. Okay, learning lessons.]

Um... s-- orry?

[No, he wasn't.]

[feroces]

No you're not.

[He knows when Stiles is lying too.

He doesn't mind though, and he's not going to complain about it. On the contrary, he's reaching for Stiles' hands and moving them to his hips, and even over his ass, still confined in those practically skintight jeans.]

[teenyoda]

[He's surprised, how could he not be, but his hands take on a mind of their own, sliding over taut denim and moving around to get a good hold of the ass he's ogled more than once, squeezing it as he feels a jolt of arousal hit him.]

No, I'm not.

[feroces]

[Maybe Derek would be surprised to if he wasn't dying to get out of his jeans right this second. He presses back into Stiles' hands, rolling his hips just the slightest bit, against Stiles' lap, and to get some friction and relief as well, though not nearly enough to make it any better.

With his hands free, he slips them up under the other's shirt, feeling over his chest as he leans forward to rest his forehead against Stiles'.]

Good...

[teenyoda]

[Derek's hands are hot on him, hot and dragging over him in a way that makes him suck in a breath, rocking up against the motion of Derek on his lap. His eyes close and he takes in a steadying breath, giving that very delectable ass another squeeze before his hands move on their own, moving to tug at Derek's shirt.]

It's a little, ah, warm in here. You might be more comfortable with this off.

[feroces]

[Derek sighs softly as Stiles squeezes his ass, and... yeah, getting out of his shirt was a great idea, and he's lifting his arms up to help get his shirt off. Then, his hands move back to Stiles', tugging on his shirt as well and lifting it up some more.]

Come on. I'll take off every piece of clothing that you do.

[teenyoda]

That's... kind of unfair.

[Because Derek looked way better naked than he did, so the incentive there was totally different. But he lifted his arms and started to tug his shirt off, feeling colder when it was gone. His hands were tentative as they slowly moved back to Derek's waist, fingers tickling over bared skin now.]