[Stiles felt that thing swimming up inside him give a displeased growl at Derek stepping back. No, he wasn't allowed to move away. Stiles came inside, shutting and locking the door behind him as he kept his gaze on Derek.]
Yes, I can smell you. You smell like... sex.
[Or what he imagined sex would smell like. Or what it smelled like after he'd had his own personal release.]
And you smell like something... tasty.
[There was the edge of a growl to his voice and a shimmer of red around his irises as he stalked towards Derek.]
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Yes, I can smell you. You smell like... sex.
[Or what he imagined sex would smell like. Or what it smelled like after he'd had his own personal release.]
And you smell like something... tasty.
[There was the edge of a growl to his voice and a shimmer of red around his irises as he stalked towards Derek.]
Why do you smell so damn good?