After a very long, rough and intense night with Derek, Stiles just wants to have a very relaxing bath but before he even gets the water started he's come face to face with himself in the mirror, and he's shocked.
There are teeth marks, hickies and bruises on his body. The hickies are still that bright shade of purple and red, the teeth marks look almost terrifying, and the bruises look well...colorful.
He brings up one of his hands up to his neck, gently stroking one of the marks, he flinches away when he feel the indents of the teeth marks, but then his eyes dart to his hips and brings both hands down and just places them on top of rather large handprints and shakingly breaths out.
He's in absolute awe, but a little excited at how much Derek marked him up that he doesnt even realize that he's been smiling the whole time he's been staring at himself.
Biting his lip, he continues to caress and touch more of the marks, it's not long before he hears movement from the bedroom, his eyes are still locked onto his body, before they move to Derek who's now standing in the doorway with a dark look on his face, almost like he's proud of the marks.
Derek then moves to the boy, and gently places his hands on Stiles' hips, and dips his head towards Stiles' neck and softly kisses the skin before breathing him in.
"Mine." Derek whispers, letting his tongue slip out, licking the marks around the boys neck, tightening his grip on the hips in his hands.
Stiles breathes out, and turns his body around, now face to face with the man who he loves, and raps his arms around the others neck, pulling him in for a kiss before pulling away, "Yours." he whispers, "All yours."
