[He lowered his head and nearly pressed his mouth against Stiles' ear, still not moving his hips again.] Look, you're not dying here. We can just avoid each other after this. More than we already do.
[Derek glanced over at the side of Stiles head as he felt the movement of his hips, meeting it with movement of his own.] Why wouldn't you want to avoid me?
...y-you're just trying t-to h-help m-m-me... [Stiles rocked firmly against Derek, trying not to think too much into what they were doing.] N-not going to b-blame you f-for that...
[And maybe, secretly, he wasn't totally against everything that had was happening. Just a little.]
You'll want to avoid me after this. [He was sure of that. Because, helping or not, when they got out of there, Stiles was going to think about it and Derek didn't think he was going to want to face him.] I really think so.
[He lowered his hand, roughly rubbing his palm against Stiles' thigh, both to warm him and to get the friction to warm his hand enough to use it on him.]
N-no. I w-won't. [Stiles' fingers brush against Derek's neck as his cool, rough palm swept over his milky thigh, callused and...slightly comforting, to have him there with him.] P-promise I w-won't...
Don't promise. [The words were mumbled against Stiles' ear as he worked to warm his hand up, gently rolling his hips down again. It was going to be awkward once they were home.]
I won't. [Stiles said firmly, jaw clamping shut after he did, quivering with the cold. It was awkward, yes, but Derek seemed to think he'd hate him or something for saving his life. Stiles was determined to make it the opposite for him.]
Just be quiet. [He turned his head and pressed his lips to Stiles' jaw as he moved his hand between them, palm warmer than it had been as he wrapped it around Stiles' cock to start stroking him.]
[Derek looked down at him, still slowly working his hand along Stiles as he watched him. His eyes had adjusted enough that it was easy to make Stiles out in the dim light, but it was going to be impossible for him to tell if or when his cheeks started to flush.]
[If Stiles wasn't so cold, he'd already be bright red. Survival. Oh hell, how did they get into these situations anyway?
Stiles focused on the bridge of Derek's nose, trying and for the most part succeeding at stifling any noises that tried to slip out. That would be more than embarrassing; and frankly he thought this was more than enough humiliation for one day.
But his body wasn't going to not respond to stimulation, despite the cold, and the quiet slap of flesh grew a little louder as his cock slowly began to fill with blood, returning a little warmth to his limbs.]
[If it wasn't so cold, they wouldn't have been naked and Derek would've been keeping his hands to himself.
The few, tiny noises that did make it out didn't bother Derek. For the most part, he was just focused on what he was doing and the end result of warming Stiles up.
And when Stiles started to respond to it, he let out a quiet sigh and lowered his head slightly, nose bumping against Stiles'.]
[Stiles' eyes found Derek's again at the quiet sigh, lips ghosting against Derek's cheek as their noses bumped. He let out a quiet whimper, hips involuntarily jerking a little into Derek's grip, and Stiles' hand slid across Derek's chest, resting over his heart.
And then, since it was only fair, it started to slip a little lower, while Stiles carefully watched Derek's reaction.]
[The sound of Stiles whimpering had his hand moving a little faster. And the press of the hand to his chest would've revealed that his heart was beating quicker than usual.
Derek lowered his eyes to look down at the hand that moved down his chest and he swallowed, raising his eyes again to meet Stiles.]
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[And maybe, secretly, he wasn't totally against everything that had was happening. Just a little.]
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[He lowered his hand, roughly rubbing his palm against Stiles' thigh, both to warm him and to get the friction to warm his hand enough to use it on him.]
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Then Derek's hand, while still somewhat cold, wrapped around his dick, and Stiles gasped softly, blinking up at Derek in shock and nerves.]
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Stiles focused on the bridge of Derek's nose, trying and for the most part succeeding at stifling any noises that tried to slip out. That would be more than embarrassing; and frankly he thought this was more than enough humiliation for one day.
But his body wasn't going to not respond to stimulation, despite the cold, and the quiet slap of flesh grew a little louder as his cock slowly began to fill with blood, returning a little warmth to his limbs.]
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The few, tiny noises that did make it out didn't bother Derek. For the most part, he was just focused on what he was doing and the end result of warming Stiles up.
And when Stiles started to respond to it, he let out a quiet sigh and lowered his head slightly, nose bumping against Stiles'.]
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And then, since it was only fair, it started to slip a little lower, while Stiles carefully watched Derek's reaction.]
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Derek lowered his eyes to look down at the hand that moved down his chest and he swallowed, raising his eyes again to meet Stiles.]
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