[ He grunts a little in surprise, and pulls Stiles' torso flush against his own. He's radiating heat, moreso than usual and he tucks a pair of fingers up under Stiles' shirt, rubbing soft circles onto his skin. Derek pulls back and presses his nose to Stiles' neck, closing his eyes and just breathing. It's good. It feels good. And he's terrified that he's just going to fuck it all up (he's sure Stiles can feel his heart thudding in his chest), and that's why he has to take it slow. Give Stiles time to get out, should he choose to do so. ]
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