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Why not? We both know you like it.

[He nips at the underside of Stiles' ear and growls]

You'll come for me, won't you?

[ He does, he likes it too much. But instead he just ends up letting his head drop back to Derek's shoulder. ]

You're an asshole. [ A grunt. ] But Jesus Christ, yes.

Then come on, Stiles.

[He jerks, and then again-]

Come for me.

[ It's easy to focus then, his pulse fluttering away in his throat and his breathing sharp and focused. It doesn't take long. He's been dreaming of being touched like this by Derek for so long that really all he has to do is look back at his slender fingers around his dick, hear the growling edge of his voice and he's twisting his fingers in the sheets and coming in thick long spurts all over his fingers. ]

Ah, ah, fuck. [ He's breathing heavy by now. ] Wow. Wow.

[The smell is thick and pungent but it doesn't bother him that much. He just relaxes back onto the wall behind the bed and kiss the side of Stiles' head]

There you go.

[ Weak laughter. ]

Can I -- do you want me to do something for you? [ BEING THIS EAGER IS EMBARASSING. ]

Not yet.

[He's shifting a little, but he'll control himself, thanks]

[ Eyeing him out of the corner of his eye. ]

Okay.

Did you remember what you were going to ask me?

Nope.

[ He laughs, runs his hand over Derek's thigh. ] I'll text you at midnight when I remember.

I turn my phone off.

Hey, so can werewolves get high?

[ Pause. ] That wasn't what I wanted to ask earlier. But Isaac and me were talking about it.

You want to get a werewolf high?

No, I just want to know if you can.

Wolfsbane.

Seriously?

[ A pause. ] Have you ever done it?

Seriously. There's a variety. Ask Deaton.

And no. But Peter has. When we were kids.

[ He shifts and it's only to pull his boxers up again, then he's wrapping an arm around Derek's waist. ]

You'd be a hot stoner.

[He just snorts]

No. I wouldn't.

Besides, you know the answer to that, didn't Lydia make all of her party hallucinate with wolfsbane?

[ He remembers the vision of his dad telling him everything Stiles already knows.

So he swallows and taps Derek on the stomach. ] Doesn't count.

How doesn't that count?

Because it was awful.

[ Sigh. ] I'm talking about the good high.

How often do you get high?

[ Lifting his gaze. ]

I've done it before. Sometimes it helps. y'know?

[He rolls his eyes.]

Teenagers.

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