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Stiles is in love with Derek. Derek can barely tolerate Stiles, even on a good day, except for times like this. Where all that transpires between them are grunts, breathy moans and their names. It’s these moments that Stiles treasures because it’s the only time where Stiles can connect with Derek and he can believe that it means something. That he means something to Derek.
But these moments also break him. When the act is done there is no warmth, Derek is closed off, distant and getting ready to leave. Heck, even during, they don’t kiss, they don’t even hold hands. But he can dream, he can imagine, he can only hope that maybe one day his love and affection will be enough for Derek to finally accept him and reciprocate them.
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They’ve been doing this no-strings attached thing for nearly 3 months now. Derek knows about his feelings. He had told him when Derek first propositioned him. Derek just told him that if he agreed to the no-strings he must accept that nothing will come out of it. As much as it hurt him, he agreed, if he couldn’t have Derek’s love he’ll take what he can get. But he still has hope of changing Derek’s mind.
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Stiles dreams of Derek reaching out his hands to rest on top of his while Derek makes love to him, of Derek slowly intertwining their fingers together and pressing soft kisses to the back of his neck and at the juncture between his neck and collarbone.
He dreams of Derek caressing his sides when Stiles rides him, encouraging him whilst gripping his hands and pulling him down for a kiss.
But that’s all they will be... Dreams.