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muserevival2013-09-03 10:04 pm
likerightnow) wrote in muserevival2013-09-03 10:04 pm
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038.3. Drabble
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. He flicked the light on, ignoring the rumble in his stomach that was telling him he was hungry and his recent activities obviously worked up quite an appetite. He stood in front of the mirror and just looked at his reflection. He didn’t look any different. Had he expected to look different? Probably not. He looked at his face closer, and then after a moment or two, his gaze travelled down his body. After a brief side-eye glance, he pulled the elastic of his track pants out and looked down at his nether regions. They still looked the same too.
There was some discomfort, maybe even pain in awkward places, and definite scratches and lovebites peppered over his neck and torso. He wasn’t a virgin anymore, and nothing had really changed. Did he feel different? Maybe. But the big question, after building it up so much inside, was... now what?
Stiles Stilinski // Teen Wolf // 271 words
Isaac isicame2win
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. He flicked the light on, ignoring the rumble in his stomach that was telling him he was hungry and his recent activities obviously worked up quite an appetite. He stood in front of the mirror and just looked at his reflection. He didn’t look any different. Had he expected to look different? Probably not. He looked at his face closer, and then after a moment or two, his gaze travelled down his body. After a brief side-eye glance, he pulled the elastic of his track pants out and looked down at his nether regions. They still looked the same too.
There was some discomfort, maybe even pain in awkward places, and definite scratches and lovebites peppered over his neck and torso. He wasn’t a virgin anymore, and nothing had really changed. Did he feel different? Maybe. But the big question, after building it up so much inside, was... now what?
Stiles Stilinski // Teen Wolf // 271 words
Isaac is
icame2win