Stiles looks up at Derek, reaches a hand out to touch his jaw, lightly. “I’m ready.”
Derek turns his face into the touch, kisses Stiles’ palm, and then closes his eyes. When he opens them, they’re red as garnet, and his fangs have dropped when he exhales a warm, damp breath across Stiles’ palm.
“You’re gonna be my good boy… Understand?”
Stiles nods. “Yes, sir.”
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13 Sep 2018