He's had Derek manhandle him about a million times but never quite like this, and Stiles is more than okay with it. His arms come up to snake around Derek's torso, fingers clutching in his leather jacket, and he kisses him back with just as much intensity as he's given, only shifting enough to plant his feet against the fridge and pull Derek as close as he can.
Stiles mentally has to tell himself he's not dreaming. Not that he's dreamed about this before or anything.]
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Oh. Oh well, uh, okay then.
He's had Derek manhandle him about a million times but never quite like this, and Stiles is more than okay with it. His arms come up to snake around Derek's torso, fingers clutching in his leather jacket, and he kisses him back with just as much intensity as he's given, only shifting enough to plant his feet against the fridge and pull Derek as close as he can.
Stiles mentally has to tell himself he's not dreaming.
Not that he's dreamed about this before or anything.]