It's strangely comforting to know that Stiles understands why he'd wanted to walk away, why he'd thought it would be better for everyone. There's so much darkness that always seems to chase after him, and there had been that thought that maybe it was him, that if he wasn't here these things wouldn't keep happening. "You were rather persuasive," he comments with a curl of his lips, words murmured into his skin.
There's a shiver in his shoulders as Stiles' hands snake up under his shirt, fingers pressing against his back. He likes the touch, the contact, and he likes the feeling of being wanted. Not because someone was trying to use him, but because Stiles wanted to be here with him.
He shifts and nips lightly at his jaw with a lazy smile. He likes how his skin feels under his teeth... not enough to hurt, he's careful, but it still rises a rumble of contentment in his chest. His hands shifting to slide up Stiles' chest, feeling skin through fabric and there's a thought that this would be better without shirts in the way.
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Date: 2013-08-25 01:38 am (UTC)There's a shiver in his shoulders as Stiles' hands snake up under his shirt, fingers pressing against his back. He likes the touch, the contact, and he likes the feeling of being wanted. Not because someone was trying to use him, but because Stiles wanted to be here with him.
He shifts and nips lightly at his jaw with a lazy smile. He likes how his skin feels under his teeth... not enough to hurt, he's careful, but it still rises a rumble of contentment in his chest. His hands shifting to slide up Stiles' chest, feeling skin through fabric and there's a thought that this would be better without shirts in the way.