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Derek manages to keep his expression neutral and almost... bored, maybe, as Caspian talks. He feels the brush of Caspian's thigh against his calf, he feels the air change between them with the word sex. The thing is, though - he's not talking to a human. Derek might look bored, but Caspian can probably smell the slow burning arousal stirring to life in him.
"You can tell me your name, if you want me to know you."
He watches Caspian drink, sighing through his nose and leaning back into his seat. He folds his arms over his stomach, like he's settling in here for the night. Like he's let his guard down, even though he hasn't.
"Or - I mean -" Derek darts his tongue between his lips, tilting his head and smiling lightly enough to barely be there. "You can just tell me if you wanna fuck."
"Caspian," he says, knowing it's a little unusual but so is the rest of him. It fits. That smile never fades as the wolf across from him gets a little more bold. Caspian swirls the whiskey in the glass like he's actually thinking about his answer. There's some posturing happening across the table and he can't decide if it's genuine or if Derek is just trying to make a point. Project an image.
Derek might be a wolf, but he's attractive, and the full moon is coming, and a lot of filters and standards start fading as the moon gets round in the sky. He thinks, briefly, of Christian and of Geller: two wolves that have left a sour taste in his mouth for one reason or another. But Derek isn't them, doesn't even smell or feel like he's in their pack, so why not?
He finishes his drink and sets the glass down between them.
"I think we got a lot more to talk about," he says, measured and even as he considers the man sitting across from him. "But if we do that talkin' naked, I won't be disappointed. Your place? Mine? Or are we gonna scare the locals?"
Caspian's probably more of an appropriate name for a were-animal than fucking Derek, at least. Caspian offers him his name, and Derek takes that as a small but significant victory. He swipes his thumb over his lip and tilts his leg a little closer to Caspian while he talks, tapping the side of his upper thigh with his foot, eyebrows raised. This is starting to get fun for him. Derek's been having a lot more fun since his uncle died.
It's all gonna come crashing down when he realizes he's just running from his problems, but. For now? He's having fun.
"I like scaring the locals," Derek says, and for a second, he just - leaves it at that. He keeps his eyes open, staring at Cas, like he's seconds away from pulling him into a dark shadow of the club and shoving the dude's hand down his pants, but - he sits up before long, running his hand back through his hair and giving Cas an out.
"But if I've gotta choose between yours and mine - it's gonna be yours."
Last thing he's gonna do is invite a stranger back to the den.
He laughs and the temptation to make questionable life choices in Central Park spikes. They wouldn't be the first, Cas knows that for a fact. Still, the moon is running high and he doesn't need to risk the temptation to slip into his fur just because he's got some dirt beneath his paws.
"My place," he agrees. Caspian drops his hand to squeeze Derek's lg before he drops his feet to the floor. The tiger gets up slowly as he slides out of the booth and he pauses by Derek's side as he does. He can hear Anson's voice in his head, giving him shit about taking a dog him. But the lion isn't here to pass judgment and Caspian isn't sure he gives a shit all the same.
Some nights, a body is a body. Besides, he can smell Derek's arousal, swears he can feel it thrumming in his blood and whether he likes it or not, he's interested. He's curious.
"Ain't getting my ass arrested for fooling around in a parking lot this close to the moon."
He's joking, but it's probably hard to tell, given the shitty attitude and general wolfish aggression. He's smiling, but again, he's a werewolf - there's a sharpness that extends beyond the points of his canines, a predatory air he just can't escape. It's the kind of smile that scares most humans - but hey, Caspian isn't human.
For all his bullshit jock posturing, it's actually been a while since Derek's gotten laid. Since coming back to New York, he's kept his head down, he's focused on building a pack. Training teenagers not to kill each other and building a name for himself probably doesn't count as a social life, but it's all he's had, and... his heartbeat's actually starting to pick up. It'll be... good, forgetting himself for a night. Ignoring the anxious twist in his stomach that Derek always feels before something like this, he draws his legs back, standing up.
"C'mon, then."
And that's - all he'll offer, before he starts walking out of the club, expecting Caspian to follow behind him and lead him back home.
Caspian snorts a laugh but he doesn't rise to the bait. Too confident, too relaxed, to be troubled by a word like that.
He heads out of the club, letting Derek get to the door first but then he slips past him, out into the night. Cas doesn't actually live that far and that's by design - this is a fairly neutral neighborhood, not controlled by any one majority, and he prefers not to be in the middle of a bunch of pissing contests.
"You really runnin' around infecting people?" he asks as they walk, casual as a conversation about the weather.
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"You can tell me your name, if you want me to know you."
He watches Caspian drink, sighing through his nose and leaning back into his seat. He folds his arms over his stomach, like he's settling in here for the night. Like he's let his guard down, even though he hasn't.
"Or - I mean -" Derek darts his tongue between his lips, tilting his head and smiling lightly enough to barely be there. "You can just tell me if you wanna fuck."
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Derek might be a wolf, but he's attractive, and the full moon is coming, and a lot of filters and standards start fading as the moon gets round in the sky. He thinks, briefly, of Christian and of Geller: two wolves that have left a sour taste in his mouth for one reason or another. But Derek isn't them, doesn't even smell or feel like he's in their pack, so why not?
He finishes his drink and sets the glass down between them.
"I think we got a lot more to talk about," he says, measured and even as he considers the man sitting across from him. "But if we do that talkin' naked, I won't be disappointed. Your place? Mine? Or are we gonna scare the locals?"
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It's all gonna come crashing down when he realizes he's just running from his problems, but. For now? He's having fun.
"I like scaring the locals," Derek says, and for a second, he just - leaves it at that. He keeps his eyes open, staring at Cas, like he's seconds away from pulling him into a dark shadow of the club and shoving the dude's hand down his pants, but - he sits up before long, running his hand back through his hair and giving Cas an out.
"But if I've gotta choose between yours and mine - it's gonna be yours."
Last thing he's gonna do is invite a stranger back to the den.
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"My place," he agrees. Caspian drops his hand to squeeze Derek's lg before he drops his feet to the floor. The tiger gets up slowly as he slides out of the booth and he pauses by Derek's side as he does. He can hear Anson's voice in his head, giving him shit about taking a dog him. But the lion isn't here to pass judgment and Caspian isn't sure he gives a shit all the same.
Some nights, a body is a body. Besides, he can smell Derek's arousal, swears he can feel it thrumming in his blood and whether he likes it or not, he's interested. He's curious.
"Ain't getting my ass arrested for fooling around in a parking lot this close to the moon."
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He's joking, but it's probably hard to tell, given the shitty attitude and general wolfish aggression. He's smiling, but again, he's a werewolf - there's a sharpness that extends beyond the points of his canines, a predatory air he just can't escape. It's the kind of smile that scares most humans - but hey, Caspian isn't human.
For all his bullshit jock posturing, it's actually been a while since Derek's gotten laid. Since coming back to New York, he's kept his head down, he's focused on building a pack. Training teenagers not to kill each other and building a name for himself probably doesn't count as a social life, but it's all he's had, and... his heartbeat's actually starting to pick up. It'll be... good, forgetting himself for a night. Ignoring the anxious twist in his stomach that Derek always feels before something like this, he draws his legs back, standing up.
"C'mon, then."
And that's - all he'll offer, before he starts walking out of the club, expecting Caspian to follow behind him and lead him back home.
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He heads out of the club, letting Derek get to the door first but then he slips past him, out into the night. Cas doesn't actually live that far and that's by design - this is a fairly neutral neighborhood, not controlled by any one majority, and he prefers not to be in the middle of a bunch of pissing contests.
"You really runnin' around infecting people?" he asks as they walk, casual as a conversation about the weather.