[ oh. oh oh okay. yes that is a great idea. stiles sighs into his mouth almost immediately and he responds, matching his tongue and this clearly not just a regular kiss anymore. in fact, his handsy nature betrays him quickly, and stiles gets his forearms onto derek's shoulders, crossing his wrists behind his back for a second. then, he gets tugged a little closer and that's permission enough--long fingers shoot into his hair until they're pretty much pressed together.
yeah that. that is perfect.
stiles isn't one to stand down, and he kisses him back with just as much gusto, until it's messy and wet and kind of perfect, and he, also, ignores any sound coming from the other half of the room. in fact, as far as he's concerned, they don't exist right now. it's just him and his stranger that he is getting very, very intimately acquainted with. ]
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yeah that. that is perfect.
stiles isn't one to stand down, and he kisses him back with just as much gusto, until it's messy and wet and kind of perfect, and he, also, ignores any sound coming from the other half of the room. in fact, as far as he's concerned, they don't exist right now. it's just him and his stranger that he is getting very, very intimately acquainted with. ]