Stiles winced as he felt Derek's hand return to his face.
But where there was sternness before, there was now a soft touch. He nudged into it slowly, desperate to regain control of his body. Those legs that were quivering every few seconds, those shoulders that shrank to fit just between the other's arms.
Those lips that only wanted more of Derek's mouth.
"I just don't get it."
Half broken from his trance, Stiles looked up.
"Get what?"
"You clearly want it." Derek began, looking him up and down.
And in that motion, the hairs on Stiles' neck stood up.
One of Derek's lips perks up to reveal a toothy smile.
"Heh, if I didn't know any better I'd say you seem excited."
Stiles clenched the muscles in his stomach, distracting himself from Derek's words. Or more likely, his gaze.
Of course he was excited.
That performance just now, that display of tenderness, precision, and best of all, spontaneity had him aching for more.
Anything more.
Any bit of himself that Derek wanted to give, or any bit of himself that Derek wanted to take next. But the inkling feeling that this would end poorly on his end was enough to keep him hesitant.
"But you're scared." Derek went on, drawing small circles against Stiles' cheek with a lax thumb. "You're afraid it won't mean anything once it's over."
"And you think that's stupid."
"Actually, Yeah." He said without a thought.
Stiles' swallowed hard, finally ending the staring contest they had going.
He was blank now, trying his hardest not to think too much of what he just heard. He didn't want to feel the disappointment, the sharp sadness he knew to be in the works somewhere in his head.
But as he opened his mouth to respond, he felt something warm- something sweet, dart past his teeth.
Derek held him there, feeding him the kiss rather fast as if there were mere seconds left of their time together. He had shocked Stiles, had probably scared him and he knew it. But he couldn't help himself. The fire of want in him was too great.
"I don't say anything I don't mean." He panted into the boy's mouth. "I don't do anything that holds no worth to me."
Stiles cut him off then, trapping Derek's tongue between his lips, starting a new chain of breathless collision.
He believes him. He's still nervous, and unsure of himself- God, was he ever unsure.
But he believed so much in what he's been told, the pang of worry was nothing in comparison to the yearning he now felt.