[ 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. ]
[ His hands settle at Derek's waist in a surprised, reflexive motion, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. ]
I don't even care if this is a thing y'know. [ He's pretty sure his heads about to explode but that would be dumb because none of his blood is there anymore. ]
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[ Flushing even darker. ]
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[ 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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Yes.
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Holy hell.
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Don't do that.
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[He bites - not nearly hard enough to break skin though]
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[ Hnn. ] Hey is biting a thing?
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[ Because he's already blushing enough with his stupid face he can say that. ] I remember other me.
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No.
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[ Considering the jackhammer of his own heart, Stiles might too. ]
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I can't hurt you.
[He can't break skin.]
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[ That same old I'm not scared of you bravado but hey. ] Let's go back to the kissing, you're less weird when your mouth is occupied.
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I don't even care if this is a thing y'know. [ He's pretty sure his heads about to explode but that would be dumb because none of his blood is there anymore. ]
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Jesus Christ.
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