Stripper Pole Suite - The Arms Hotel, Monday Morning

[justlurkinghere]

After an evening of vigorous cuddling, Derek found himself awake. And back in his right mind.

And handcuffed to a bed.

If that wasn't enough to make him extremely uncomfortable and ticked off, there was someone drooling on his chest. The same someone who had handcuffed him to the bed in the first place.

He gritted his teeth, tugging hard on the handcuffs until the metal creaked and groaned under the strain. Someone was going to die for this weekend. Die horrible. He would murder the island itself.

[[for the mate-no-more, up early for le slowplay]]

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[robinonadderall]

"Don't look at me like that," Stiles said, attempting to cover up his neck with a hand when he noticed Derek looking. "Is my hand even big enough to cover the whole thing?"

Stiles was curious as to what his neck actually looked like and wandered over to a nearby mirror to check out--oh. Oh dear god. "DEREK!"

[justlurkinghere]

Derek, meanwhile, took that his cue to escape the room. Like a dog with its tail between its legs.

If anyone asked, he was being mysterious and cryptic. Not a complete baby.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles, of course, didn't notice Derek was leaving until he was actually gone. "Oh you asshole."

This wasn't over, Derek!