Stiles was the first to wake. He just watched the beautiful sight of Derek sleeping, one leg hanging off the side of the bed. The rise and fall of the Alpha's chest, and the little sounds he made when he was having a dream. He is so adorable when he sleeps! If it was possible to love this man any more than I already do, I would find a way.

Stiles had an idea… He lifted the covers just the slightest. He slid down carefully, keeping his eyes on Derek, not wanting to wake his sleeping boyfriend, yet. He let the covers down a little more to reveal his goal.

He licked the length of Derek's shaft, tasting the remnants of mint from last night. Derek shifted, and Stiles wanted to wake Derek up with a start. He toke as much of Derek's cock into his mouth as he could, swirling his tongue around the tip, and sucking until he was out of breath. Precum seeped into his mouth, and he hummed around Derek. He felt Derek shutter, and his eyes shifted upward to see a very much awake Derek Hale, eyes as big as Texas. Derek's eyes were fixated on him.

"Stiles…" Derek sighed, clasping his boyfriend's hair with his big hands. "Oh my god. Uhnnnnnn…"

Stiles licked the underside of Derek's cock, taking the head in his mouth, and sucking furiously. He could feel Derek tense up under him. He gradually put more of Derek in his mouth, sliding down, and pulling up with his tongue working its blissful magic.

"Shit, Stiles!" Derek moaned, eyes flashing red for just a moment. Stiles loved when he did that. Derek threw back his head, and closed his eyes. He was in ecstasy, Stiles was the one person who could take him there. Stiles passed all of the tests with rainbow colored flags, and Derek wondered if he knew that.

He was thrown out of his thoughts by his oncoming orgasm. The storm raged through his entire body, from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. He clutched the sheets, and moaned from a place that even he didn't know existed, deep inside his chest.

Stiles hummed as the hot liquid slid over his taste buds, and poured down his throat. The cum tasting salty and thick as he swallowed what was left in his mouth. He let go of Derek's shaft with a pop, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, getting off the remaining cum from his lips. The light taste of mint still lingering in his mouth, when Derek pulled him up for what felt like the longest, and sweetest kiss of him life.

Derek could taste himself in Stiles' mouth as he kissed the man he loved. He watched as Stiles rested his dimpled cheek on his bare chest. He took in the sensation of Stiles drawing little circles on his skin, just barely touching him.

"Derek?" Stiles looked up at him then, pausing his drawings, laying his hand flat on Derek's chiseled chest. "Do you know what I wrote on you last night?"

"I thought you were just drawing meaningless little scribbles…"

Stiles looked offended, and he looked away from Derek, shaking his head. "I wrote 'I love you'. Hardly meaningless…"

"I love you too, Stiles Stilinski." That is when Derek craned his head so that he could place a tender and short kiss on Stiles' lips.

"How about some breakfast? I'll cook." Derek smiled at Stiles, sending waves of love throughout his entire existence to the human next to him.

"That sounds wonderful." Stiles smiled right back at him.

They both hopped out of bed and put some pants on. Stiles chose low-hanging sweatpants, while Derek picked a pair of loose jeans. They held hands as they walked down the stairs to the kitchen.

Stiles sat down at the breakfast bar, watching Derek cook with a compassion that couldn't have come from anyone else. Just then he noticed just how perfect his boyfriend really was. He was shirtless, his abs glistening with the remaining sweat from earlier. His jeans were riding low on his hips, black underwear showing at the tops. Derek ran a hand through his shiny black hair, tousling it just the way Stiles liked it. He watched his boyfriend twirl around the kitchen, searching for ingredients for cinnamon pancakes. It was Stiles' favorite, he wondered how Derek remembered.

Derek piled the flapjacks high, noticing Stiles' eyes on him the entire time. He set down the plate on the counter with a clatter. Stiles did not wait a moment to act, he piled four of them on his plate, and he started scarfing them down.

Derek chuckled at his boyfriend's appetite. He slid his arms around Stiles from the back. He took in Stiles' scent as he nuzzled his nose into Stiles' neck, humming at the blissfulness of the situation.

"Hey, what do you say we take a shower after we eat? It's not that I don't like smelling like sex, you and cinnamon…" Derek explained.

"Sounds good to me!" Stiles said, turning to regard his boyfriend, barely getting out the words from his full mouth. Derek chuckled at the large amount of food he could stuff into his mouth. It was a skill that was very useful. Very useful, indeed….

Derek sat down next to Stiles and took two of the pancakes on the platter. He ate at a favorable pace, while Stiles took to eating insanely fast. They were done eating at about the same time. Derek smiled over at Stiles, standing up, and placing the dishes in the sink. I will do them later, he thought, waving a hand nonchalantly in his head.

He extended a hand to Stiles who was surprisingly not keeled-over from all the eating that took place. Stiles took it with no hesitation, rising from his seat. He hopped on Derek's back, and he was piggy-backed all the way to the bathroom.

Once there, Stiles hopped off of Derek's back, and carefully turned him around. He brang his face down for a sweet kiss; one that was not lustful, but full of love and compassion.

Derek grabbed ahold of the waistband of Stiles' sweatpants, pulling them down with one swift movement. Stiles stepped out of them, and toed them aside, pulling Derek down for another brush of lips. He wrapped his lengthy fingers around the belt loops of Derek's jeans, sighing into his mouth. He fumbled with the brass button for a second, then tugged town the zipper. Derek got impatient, and pulled the jeans down along with his tight black underwear, casting them aside. They landed next to Stiles' sweatpants in a heap.

Stiles relished in the fact that he had not worn any underwear to breakfast, and quickly smiled to himself.

Derek opened the door to the shower, turning the knob to turn the water warm. While they waited for the water to warm up, Stiles took to kissing Derek until he was out of breath, and his head was spinning in a million different directions.

They were so lost in kissing, that they didn't realize that the water had become well over warm. Derek stepped into the shower, breaking the kiss. Stiles trailed him, practically tripping over Derek's heels.

Derek opened the cap to the shampoo bottle, and poured a generous amount into the palm of his hand. Some of the thick, pink liquid fell in large droplets to the floor of the shower.

"Turn around," Derek instructed. Stiles obeyed without hesitation.

Derek turned his palm so it was in the comfort of Stiles' soft hair. He massaged the shampoo into his lover's hair, scraping his fingernails on his scalp. He earned a moan. Stroking the softness underneath his fingertips, he let the soap be washed out by the unforgiving water. He gave Stiles' hair a tug as the water washed away what was left of the soap. Stiles turned, grabbed the black loofa, and squirted some blackberry-scented soap on it. He ran the loofa over Derek's hard chest, caressing the soft skin there. He reached up for a kiss from his Alpha, biting his bottom lip, and then soothing it with his tongue.

Stiles broke the kiss, and tried to tell Derek to turn around, but his tongue betrayed him, so he settled for grabbing ahold of his boyfriends shoulders and nudging him. It worked. Somehow.

Derek relaxed as Stiles slowly washed his back, tracing over his tattoo not one too many times. It felt like his boyfriend was washing away all his worries, leaving him with only love to give. He washed away all of his pain and suffering, his longing to find a family again. He realized that Stiles is his family.

He stood there with his eyes closed until Stiles grip was released from him skin, and he was bare; all there for Stiles to see. Derek bowed his head and slowly opened his eyes. Stiles had a hand on his shoulder, and he whispered "I love you, Derek."

Stiles placed a kiss on his boyfriend's shoulder, and they held each other till the water ran cold.