There's a hum of warm pleasure as fingers slip under the thin cotton of the shirt that he's wearing. He can't help the smile, faint lift of an eyebrow at Stiles' claim, the way he hints at the things he wants to do to Derek. That is definitely not a conversation for standing in the parking lot, but it's absolutely one that he's going to push once they're up in the loft. Because he wants to know, wants to hear it.
"Come on," he says, pulling away to grab his bag off the ground and then tugging at the teen's hand as he headed back toward the building. There was a part of him that wanted to keep Stiles close, but he was ignoring it in favor of actually being able to navigate the stairs up to the loft.
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Date: 2013-08-24 11:14 pm (UTC)"Come on," he says, pulling away to grab his bag off the ground and then tugging at the teen's hand as he headed back toward the building. There was a part of him that wanted to keep Stiles close, but he was ignoring it in favor of actually being able to navigate the stairs up to the loft.