Now Stiles is older, not exactly wiser, but definitely well-versed in hot guys, and he feels qualified to say that yeah, his memories are spot on with the hotness factor, and Derek hasn't changed a bit.
“Special,” Peter calls him at the bar, and that only makes Stiles roll his eyes and order another drink on the werewolf’s tab.
“Beautiful,” gets Peter closer to what he’s after, and then there is the litany of endearments that all end with “boy” which had never really done it for Stiles before with other men, but there’s something about Peter: his sharp smirk, his knowing eyes, his careful stubble of a beard that just works for his face. Something about the way he says it that has Stiles licking into his mouth and talking about grabbing a cab.
“Mine,” he calls Stiles after that and whoa, yeah, that does it for him, too. Like a lot.
They talked about it weeks ago, after Stiles made a throwaway comment regarding the dimensions of Peter’s cock in Alpha form. Peter asked if it was something he'd want to try, to which Stiles—probably a little too enthusiastically—said: "Hell fucking yes!"
Derek and Stiles stuck in a room together while Derek is under the influence of a magical spell that makes him really, really horny. Basically I just felt like writing smut today.