[ 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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[ 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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[ Probably because Stiles will come in his pants, so. ]
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Because the next step is taking your clothes off.
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[ But at least now he's breathing. ]
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[ 8DDDDDDDDDDD? ]
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We'll see.
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[ Stretching out in a super languid way, eyeing him up. ] Fess up, you want this.
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