Hungry

Stiles was lying on his back, naked, and gazing up at the ceiling until he heard Isaac’s breathing even out accompanying the feeling of a curly head resting against his shoulder. Isaac’s arm was draped protectively around Stiles’ waist and after a moment or two more of silence, Stiles carefully lifted Isaac’s arm up, moving as slow as he could to slip out of the embrace so he didn’t wake him up. Isaac didn’t even stir. His just dropped down a little so his face was smooshed against Stiles’ pillow but he slept on.

( Moving slowly and softly, Stiles pulled on a pair of his track pants and crept out of his room to cross the hall into the main bathroom... )

Stiles Stilinski // Teen Wolf // 271 words
Isaac is icame2win