He wants to let him. He wants Stiles, wants him here, wants to explore whatever is between them, find out what he'd stayed for. It hadn't been just the kiss, but it had mattered, and Stiles is still here, with him, and he wants him, and that's enough reason to stay for the moment.
He lets Stiles pull away, turning to watch him, and his breath catches as the teenager is moving back to the bed, stripping slowly, and Derek can't stop watching. He's staring, and it only takes a moment before he's following, stripping out of his shirt and his shoes, leaving his clothes to mix with the brown eyed devil's.
Stiles wasn't a child. No child could make that look so carelessly seductive. He left Derek unable to do anything except follow him, heat and arousal sparking inside of him.
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Date: 2013-08-25 03:22 am (UTC)He lets Stiles pull away, turning to watch him, and his breath catches as the teenager is moving back to the bed, stripping slowly, and Derek can't stop watching. He's staring, and it only takes a moment before he's following, stripping out of his shirt and his shoes, leaving his clothes to mix with the brown eyed devil's.
Stiles wasn't a child. No child could make that look so carelessly seductive. He left Derek unable to do anything except follow him, heat and arousal sparking inside of him.
He wanted to feel, wanted Stiles.