[ His center of gravity rocks forward almost immediately and Stiles slumps into Derek's barrel chest, keeping his hands in Derek's and pressing his cheek against his pecs. ]
Yes. [ He says to nothing and to no context in particular, like he's just really suddenly pleased with having his face mashed in Derek's chest. (He kind of is.) ]
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Yes. [ He says to nothing and to no context in particular, like he's just really suddenly pleased with having his face mashed in Derek's chest. (He kind of is.) ]