"Yeah," says Dean, his eyes wide and amazed for all that he knows Derek does this. He's just so big. And so soft. Dean bends himself in half to rest his forehead against Derek's hide, but not before reaching to boop Noah's nose.
"He's a werewolf." Grinning, Dean buries his face in Derek's dark fur, rubbing his cheek on it. It feels amazing, and he sort of wishes he had his shirt off, too, so he could feel more of this soft fur. "Good fur."
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Date: 2015-10-19 07:51 pm (UTC)"He's a werewolf." Grinning, Dean buries his face in Derek's dark fur, rubbing his cheek on it. It feels amazing, and he sort of wishes he had his shirt off, too, so he could feel more of this soft fur. "Good fur."