Derek moved without commanding himself to do it. He felt as if he'd been called by a untangle voice and had no urge to resist the commands. He saw himself, as if watching someone else, go up and grab Stile's shoulders. He felt bare skin under his hand, but couldn't pull away from it. He rubbed the thin, almost fail muscles with all the tenderness his big hands could give.
His eyes searched side to side as if the answer might be written in the air in fromt of him.
"Stiles," he growled, his want to bite the other man's head off obvious in the tone.
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Date: 2012-12-24 05:56 am (UTC)His eyes searched side to side as if the answer might be written in the air in fromt of him.
"Stiles," he growled, his want to bite the other man's head off obvious in the tone.