[Normally Derek isn't the one left completely breathless when they part, but here he is with his heart pounding in his ears like it's the only thing that matters in the world right now. And honestly? It is.
Derek attaches himself to Stiles' neck next. He has to confirm the scent on Stiles: all those delicious emotions he's wanted for so long, the smell of gunpowder laced under sweat, just a hint of the forest, and beneath all that which compose Stiles' scent, Derek. He inhaled long and deep, running the tip of his nose along Stiles' neck and rubbing his scent more thickly. His jaw is slack and there are no words for this, so he breathes softly against the skin.]
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Derek attaches himself to Stiles' neck next. He has to confirm the scent on Stiles: all those delicious emotions he's wanted for so long, the smell of gunpowder laced under sweat, just a hint of the forest, and beneath all that which compose Stiles' scent, Derek. He inhaled long and deep, running the tip of his nose along Stiles' neck and rubbing his scent more thickly. His jaw is slack and there are no words for this, so he breathes softly against the skin.]