Stiles flushes, something warm blooming in his chest at the praise. "Th-thanks, Derek..."
He groans, unable to help himself, at the marking, running his fingers through Derek's hair.
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Stiles flushes, something warm blooming in his chest at the praise. "Th-thanks, Derek..."
He groans, unable to help himself, at the marking, running his fingers through Derek's hair.