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Scott’s hair is everywhere, stuck to his forehead from dry sweat and sticking up in little spikes everywhere else. His shirt (actually, that might be Stiles’ shirt) is on backwards and it’s clear he just pulled on his jeans sans boxers, bare feet shoved into muddy sneakers. Stiles is a bit more put together, his hoodie zipped all the way up and baggy jeans done up. His hair has been smoothed down, probably by nervous hands but then Derek notes he’s only wearing socks. Ignoring just the smells coming off the two, Derek has a pretty good idea of what went on just before they barged into his loft. He sighs and says,
"No. Get out."
Scott looks even more panicked, ” Dude, seriously. We’re really freaking out. I mean, what if I had kept pulling and his insides ca-“
"Scott!"
The alpha shuts up at Stiles' wail, seemingly tunned by what he found himself about to say. Derek just closes his eyes and tries to go to his happy place; of course, with that mental image, he can’t.
"Look, " Stiles says once he’s recovered, "We have one question and then we’ll leave, swearing never to speak of this again."
Stiles and his sharp hand gestures are very convincing but Derek is certain that all it takes is one question and his mind will be tainted forever. Still, perhaps having gone soft or deciding the benefit of doubt is the least he can offer, he groans. He doesn’t feel any better about his decision when it takes them a full five minutes to get the question out.
"Do werewolves, when aroused-"
"Dude, don’t ask it like that!"
"I’m trying to be clinical, okay! "
"Yeah, but I don’t want Derek thinking about my dick! Just ask if-"
Derek rubs his eyes, feeling a migraine coming on. He’s seconds away from throwing them out, question or no question, when Stiles cuts right to the chase.
"We just want to know if it’s normal for Scott to get stuck when he’s fucking me!"
Scott pales, looking between Stiles and Derek in pure horror. Derek has a feeling he has a similar expression but Stiles remains firm, sending the born-wolf an expectant look. When he’s met with silence, Stiles opens his mouth as if to explain more and Derek frantically intercepts.
"Yes. Yes, it’s normal." Scott sobs and Stiles lets out a relieved huff, " Well, not really. But it’s happened before, to…people."
Stiles raises an eyebrow at that then says, reaching over to pat Scott on the knee, ” See, this has nothing to do with your performance issues. If Derek’s heard of it, it’s probably really common.”
"It is common, between married couples. It usually happens when two wolves…decide to reproduce."
Derek might be alittle happy to see the sudden nervousness on Stiles' face. A full moment of silence passes by before their attention is drawn by the sound of deliberately loud footsteps on the staircase. Peter looks surprised to see them as he hops off the last step; then, he sniffs pointedly, ” Well, I guess congratulations are in order. When can we expect the new additions to the McCall pack?”
Scott looks like he might be sick and Derek can't help feeling nostalgic thinking about the pack expanding, remembering all his little cousins and siblings running around; it would be nice. His attention is then drawn when Scott yelps and he notes Stiles digging his fingers into their Alpha's leg with wide, unseeing eyes. Shaking his head as Peter poses innocently, Derek turns back to the couch and his open book; after all, Vonnegut beats teen baby scandals any day.