You Look Familiar
- Part 1 of You Look Familiar
Derek rushes home as soon as the cat and kittens are resting comfortably. He showers quickly, but he’s still running late, just turning off the shower when he hears a firm knock on his front door.
He grabs a towel and hops out of the shower, wrapping it hastily around his waist as he runs down the stairs, leaving wet footprints the hardwood. Flustered as he is, he still at least appreciates that Stiles is right on time and that it would be incredibly rude to keep him waiting.
"I’m so sorry,” Derek huffs as he opens the door. “I can be ready in five minutes.” Stiles has been dying to see The Winter Soldier and he put off seeing it with Scott – with Scott – to see it with him and Derek will be damned if Stiles misses it. “Come in,” he says, trying to calm down.
Which is impossible, really, when Stiles is looking at him like that.
Affectionate. Awestruck. Ravenous.
- Part 2 of You Look Familiar
Stiles checks the camera angle one more time before pressing a button and walking over to the nightstand, grabbing a bottle of expensive-looking lube. There’s a small red light on the front of the camera now, and yeah, they’re doing this.
Stiles smiles and settles back onto his lap, giving him a long, urgent kiss as he melts into him. He pulls away eventually, licking his lips, tracing his nails lightly through his beard. “So beautiful,” he murmurs, loud enough for the camera, but Derek knows he means it just for him, can feel it the way Stiles’ eyes dart across his face, in the way it makes his heart ache. Stiles leans in to nuzzle his neck, nibbles at his earlobe and whispers, soft enough for just Derek to hear, “I still can’t believe that you’re mine.”
“Yours,” Derek purrs into his hair, hoping the camera picks it up.
- Part 3 of You Look Familiar