[ But as far as any memories Peter had of Stiles that stood out in particular, his failures weren't always at the forefront of his mind. The way he faced him down on the field beneath the glare of the floodlights, white-faced and terrified for both his and Lydia Martin's life but determined to get his way, maybe. Or the tantalising flex of fingers and pulse jumping in his wrist beneath the pristine cuff of his dress shirt, Peter's fingers coiled around him, ready to bite. How he yanked himself free at the last second, and denied him.
It was appealing in a way he couldn't quite explain. (Or maybe Peter enjoyed people who could give him a challenge.)
He waited as Stiles emptied his cart before reaching around to set his own groceries down, and purposely bared his teeth at him in a parody of a smile. Reaching one hand out, Peter stroked his finger along the line of Stiles's back, a drag of pressure just steady enough to be felt. ] Or maybe I'll be the one to gobble you right up.
[ And then his smile relaxed, flirtatious around the edges. ] But don't worry. That'll only be after you get some meat on those bones.
[ Peter's left out the divider between their items, and the cashier rung them up together. He glanced at Stiles, and pulled out his wallet, plastic already between his fingers faster than Stiles could protest. ] My mistake.
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[ But as far as any memories Peter had of Stiles that stood out in particular, his failures weren't always at the forefront of his mind. The way he faced him down on the field beneath the glare of the floodlights, white-faced and terrified for both his and Lydia Martin's life but determined to get his way, maybe. Or the tantalising flex of fingers and pulse jumping in his wrist beneath the pristine cuff of his dress shirt, Peter's fingers coiled around him, ready to bite. How he yanked himself free at the last second, and denied him.
It was appealing in a way he couldn't quite explain. (Or maybe Peter enjoyed people who could give him a challenge.)
He waited as Stiles emptied his cart before reaching around to set his own groceries down, and purposely bared his teeth at him in a parody of a smile. Reaching one hand out, Peter stroked his finger along the line of Stiles's back, a drag of pressure just steady enough to be felt. ] Or maybe I'll be the one to gobble you right up.
[ And then his smile relaxed, flirtatious around the edges. ] But don't worry. That'll only be after you get some meat on those bones.
[ Peter's left out the divider between their items, and the cashier rung them up together. He glanced at Stiles, and pulled out his wallet, plastic already between his fingers faster than Stiles could protest. ] My mistake.