Derek meets Stiles' tongue with his own, letting him into his mouth, and there's honest desire there, in how his fingers hold Stiles close. It's an electric heat that snakes through him, curls in his chest and it makes his heartbeat quicken, raises his pulse at the feeling of how their mouths meet and melt together. Tongue sliding against Stiles', likes the way that he tastes, the way that the teen feels against him. Arms wrapping around his neck and he leans in, presses close.
He reaches out, his other hand moving up to cup at the back of Stiles' head, holding onto him. He did belong here, even if it was a hard thing to admit to after everything that had happened. And this, the warm feeling that curled inside of him as they kissed was surprisingly convincing. He'd had an awkward attraction to the teen for a while, even if he had about the worst way in the world of showing it. Of course there were no shortage of reasons to ignore it. But when Stiles kissed him it was hard to care about any of them.
Cora leaves him there after a while, and all Derek can do is pull back and huff a little in amusement. But he still holds him close, even as he looks into his brown eyes. It's not much of an attempt, really, but it's something. A warning that everything always goes wrong and Stiles feels so good.
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Date: 2013-08-24 09:13 pm (UTC)He reaches out, his other hand moving up to cup at the back of Stiles' head, holding onto him. He did belong here, even if it was a hard thing to admit to after everything that had happened. And this, the warm feeling that curled inside of him as they kissed was surprisingly convincing. He'd had an awkward attraction to the teen for a while, even if he had about the worst way in the world of showing it. Of course there were no shortage of reasons to ignore it. But when Stiles kissed him it was hard to care about any of them.
Cora leaves him there after a while, and all Derek can do is pull back and huff a little in amusement. But he still holds him close, even as he looks into his brown eyes. It's not much of an attempt, really, but it's something. A warning that everything always goes wrong and Stiles feels so good.
"I'm not someone you should get involved with."