[ This is delicious, and he arches up into his touch, breathes in the scent of Derek's skin by pressing his face into his neck. His teeth graze lightly over the pulse point, and Stiles stomach twists, happy and wanting. ]
I --. [ Sucking at a spot on his throat for a moment. ] Is this weird? Do you feel weird?
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I --. [ Sucking at a spot on his throat for a moment. ] Is this weird? Do you feel weird?