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Derek promptly invaded Stiles' space, pressing him against the wall.

Stiles let his head fall back against the wall and he rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. I know the drill by now. You don't have to threaten me anymore, you know."

Derek growled and his eyes flashed at Stiles, the bright blue so bright and electric in the dark of his room. "You don't get it."

"You're right, I don't. And clearly you don't, either, because you get more flies with honey tha—"

Derek surged forward and covered Stiles' mouth with his own, kissing him quickly but softly and that surprised Stiles more than the actual kiss. Derek's approach left something to be desired but judging from Stiles' pants he didn't mind the approach so much.

"You're not here about anything monster-related, are you?" Stiles asked, a bit breathless when Derek pulled back.

Derek shook his head and Stiles grinned.