[ Derek's too annoyed and riled up now, too frustrated that he has to spell it out for Stiles, and that it's his own fault that he has to. So he acts on instinct:
He reaches out and grabs Stiles by the shirt and hauls him in for a kiss. It's brief, dry, and pretty chaste, all things considered, but he doesn't pull far when he releases Stiles' mouth, speaking in a whisper. ] Yes. I like you like you.
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He reaches out and grabs Stiles by the shirt and hauls him in for a kiss. It's brief, dry, and pretty chaste, all things considered, but he doesn't pull far when he releases Stiles' mouth, speaking in a whisper. ] Yes. I like you like you.