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Stiles sighed and threw himself back onto the couch, arm over his eyes. He gave a grunt of protest when he felt fingers touch his foot, moving his arm to peek out and see Derek standing there.
“I can't - I’m tired,” he chuckled and moved his arm to rest over his head.
“We still need to get a few presents wrapped and you know that I’m terrible at it. So you have to do it.” Derek smirked and tickled Stiles’ foot.
Stiles laughed and pulled his foot away. “No, stop. You’re going to make me laugh and wake up Eli in the process. Bad Derek.”
“You know that you like me bad,” Derek teased.
“Shhhh, don't tell anyone my secrets,” Stiles replied with a grin, pulling his foot away as he leaned up to grab Derek’s hand and tugged him onto the couch to stretch out over him. He kissed Derek softly. “Hey.”
“Hey.” Derek kissed Stiles, settling on top of Stiles and pressing a knee between his legs. Stiles spread them to cradle Derek against him.
“Totally on board with a midnight makeout session,” Stiles said with a chuckle, hands smoothing up Derek’s back.
“We still have to wrap presents,” Derek countered with another kiss as Stiles rolled his hips.
“You’re no fun.” Stiles chuckled and gave Derek another kiss, then pushed at his shoulder. “Let’s get the presents wrapped so we can go have sex. You are the birthday boy, after all.” Stiles smirked as his mate moved off of him to grab some presents.
“Don't remind me. I don't need to remember how old I am.”
Stiles laughed and grabbed the wrapping paper. “Well, birthday boys get whatever they want. So think about that while we wrap presents.” He pecked Derek and smacked his butt as he grabbed some tape and settled onto the floor.
“Anything, huh?” Derek grinned. “Hmmmm…”
“Anything,” Stiles winked and grabbed a box. Stiles went about measuring out wrapping paper from a shiny foil-type roll and cutting it. “Are you going to need me to cut some paper for you?” he teased Derek and put some tape in the middle before he started folding in the corners perfectly.
“Please,” Derek said with a pleading look. “You know that I always cut too much paper.”
Stiles cut Derek some wrapping paper, handing it over. Derek wrapped his present as best he could, but the corners were too bulky and the paper was too thick per usual. He smacked some tape on the edges and put a bow on top.
“There.” Derek grinned and held the present up. Stiles laughed.
“You wrap presents like a heathen. We’ve been married for how long and why haven't you learned how to wrap these yet?”
“Because you wrap them.” Derek chuckled. “I don't have to learn.”
“Hilarious,” Stiles said with no heat in his voice. He shook his head and they both set about wrapping the rest of Eli’s presents, then headed to bed to celebrate Derek’s birthday.