Stiles continues to tend for Derek through his rut.
Derek has something Stiles has to give to him. Stiles has blunt teeth.
Derek can picture those long, nimble fingers tracing over the triskele between his shoulder blades, following the swirls down to the center before he feels Stiles’ breath warm on his skin.
“You have no idea… how good this feels,” Derek sighs.
- Part 2 of Our Fevered Souls
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02 Nov 2017