Stiles climbs to his feet in an awkward tumble of limbs, yanks on Derek's arm too hard and ends up crashing his mouth against his with a little too much force, eyes wide. ]
[ He does what he's wanted to do for months, threads a hand through Derek's stupid hair and lets all that anxiety go. Kissing him is kind of like treading a line to certain death but --.
But at the same time it makes him feel stupid all over and he wants it. ]
[ He can feel heat flair across his skin like a warning sign, ignores it because Derek is --.
Derek is causing Stiles to make a sound he's pretty sure he's never made before, his hands finally - fucking finally - settling on his ass and tugging him closer. ]
[ It's like watching a wind-up toy go, Derek's hands hot and pressing into him and his mouth against his and Stiles knows he's reacting and he doesn't fucking care. ]
Derek --. [ Mouth against the stubble on his jaw like he's been wanting to. ]
[ This is fast and kind of crazy but he just goes with it, wrapping his knees around him and trying to slow down his pulse, mouth opening with the kiss. ]
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Stiles climbs to his feet in an awkward tumble of limbs, yanks on Derek's arm too hard and ends up crashing his mouth against his with a little too much force, eyes wide. ]
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But at the same time it makes him feel stupid all over and he wants it. ]
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Stiles.
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[ He stares at Derek with big brown eyes, colour on his cheeks and a kind of wildness about his mouth. ] Do that again.
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Derek is causing Stiles to make a sound he's pretty sure he's never made before, his hands finally - fucking finally - settling on his ass and tugging him closer. ]
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This is such a bad idea. He knows it. He feels it. This is a disaster waiting to happen.]
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Derek --. [ Mouth against the stubble on his jaw like he's been wanting to. ]
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And he stops]
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[ Flushing even darker. ]
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Re: .
[ Because he's wound around him like an extra layer, so. ] Don't ... not unless you want to.
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Answer enough?]
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We can't have-
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[ He just kisses Derek again, fingers digging into his side. ] I mean this is --. [ Complicated. ]
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