[Whoa. Okay. This is Derek's language. He pulls Stiles closer by the hips. Message received loud and clear. In fact, the words were engraved on the land and made a national monument on Planet Derek. Derek puts enough action to convey even the most oblivious Stiles that he wants this. Not just the kiss or it would be wild and messy; the kiss is slightly desperate, mild but firm, and just slightly wet: the kind of kiss like their very first. A Stiles kind of kiss.]
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