Disclaimer: See initial chapter.
A/N: Derek wanted a rotation with regard to perspective. I chose not to argue with him.
Free Reader Tip #11: Try not to mention the wolf ears when they pop out unexpectedly, but do touch them. Pet them. Nuzzle them. And, even though you're thinking about it, do not, under any circumstances, look into animal ear kink...not if you value your sanity, and want to be able to look your wolf in the eye without blushing fifty shades of scarlet, or, you know, just want to be able to think straight when he's feeling a little wolfy. Just...take my word on this, trust me, one day you'll thank me.
Derek's ear twitches. There's a nose buried in it, soft puffs of warm air tickle it, but that's not the most disconcerting thing about any of this. No, what's disconcerting is that he's sprawled out on Stilinski's couch, Stiles is crashed out on top of him, nuzzling his ear, and Stiles' father could walk in on them at any moment.
But, he's hard pressed (the key word being hard) to do anything about it, because, as disconcerting as all of this is, it's also comfortable. And so what if he slips a little from time to time? Stiles likes his 'wolf ears', and Derek likes the way that Stiles likes them - fingers, lips, tongue, teeth, and all.
Sighing in contentment when Stiles murmurs, the sound traveling straight down Derek's spine, and shifts so that his nose is buried deeper in Derek's ear, Derek closes his eyes and listens to Stiles breathe. The younger man's heartbeat soothes him back into the comfortable doze that he'd woken from. Hopefully the sheriff won't come home, shotgun at the ready.