[Why was it him? Why did it always have to be Stiles? He growled until it turned into another needy sound and he stifled it quickly, leaning his head on the door.
He flinched when Stiles banged on it, the flare of anger getting him to yank it open and curse at him before his brain caught up to how bad of a move that was. He was pale, sweaty, grumpy and sporting an obvious tent in his shorts.]
I'm not fucking dead! So you can just ... fuck ... you can ... fuck?
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He flinched when Stiles banged on it, the flare of anger getting him to yank it open and curse at him before his brain caught up to how bad of a move that was. He was pale, sweaty, grumpy and sporting an obvious tent in his shorts.]
I'm not fucking dead! So you can just ... fuck ... you can ... fuck?