[Stiles rolls his eyes, but it's good-natured, and he drags his arms up around Derek's shoulders. He goes through the same exact thought process--it's not that Isaac and Scott'll be freaked out (maybe a little scarred for life, every kid had that experience once in their life), but that he's sure they'll come down the stairs at exactly the right time. Or wrong. Probably wrong.]
That bed still not minding me or do I have to sleep in the guest room?
[Stiles' mouth slides into a grin, even at the second kiss, and he raises his eyebrows at him. As much as he'd like to continue making out in Derek's kitchen, he's probably right.
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That bed still not minding me or do I have to sleep in the guest room?
[Stiles' mouth slides into a grin, even at the second kiss, and he raises his eyebrows at him. As much as he'd like to continue making out in Derek's kitchen, he's probably right.
Not to mention a bed's more comfortable anyway.]