“It’s just a hug, dude,” he says, quiet, so he doesn’t spook him. Weird, Derek’s actually scared of something as asinine as this is. “I’m pretty good at them, and call me crazy, but it seems like you kind of need one. Or several. In varying intensities.”
For a tense minute, Stiles thinks Derek’s just going to reject it. He almost does. Stiles’s heart lurches when he feels Derek toeing the line. Derek’s heart is beating really fast, too. Faster than it has all night.
He can hold Stiles like he wants to break him when they have sex, but this— this is hard for him.
Stiles wiggles his fingers, waiting.
And, without a word, Derek leans toward him.
He doesn’t come all the way, and he doesn’t raise his arms to return the hug. He just hangs there, hovering between Stiles’s arms, until Stiles gets the idea to close them around him and pull him in the rest of the way. His Alpha spikes push uncomfortably into Stiles’s chin, but he doesn’t care enough to do anything about them. Neither does Derek.
“…How long’s it been since you had one of these,” Stiles says into his hair, somehow not really a question.
Derek shudders. [x]