1 Work by alisvolatpropiis in Supernatural
It’s still strange for Derek, waking up next to someone. He’s opened his eyes to Stiles’ gorgeous face every morning for a month now, and it still surprises him. There’s so much about it that’s hard for him to accept: that he trusts someone enough to sleep next to him, that someone as breathtaking and powerful as Stiles inexplicably seems to love him, that Derek hasn’t felt the urge to run away since the moment he laid eyes on him.
Stiles is an incredibly heavy sleeper, so Derek doesn’t even bother being gentle or quiet about burrowing in closer to him. They’re on their sides, facing each other; Derek slides down the bed a bit so he can nuzzle into his neck, tossing a leg over Stiles’ hip, hitching closer. Stiles, still asleep, mumbles into his hair, warm breath teasing across his scalp.
This hunger, that’s new too. Derek’s never had a problem getting sex whenever he wanted, has become quite skilled, in fact, in taking what he needs from the men eager to sleep with him. But this – this bone-deep, nearly insatiable desire he feels for Stiles, the way his mind and body practically scream to touch him, taste him – is something wholly new and frightening in its intensity.
- Part 2 of Alpha Stiles