He sits back and holds Stiles’s gaze for a long moment. The tense line of his boy’s shoulders slowly relax under his stare, and Chris smiles.
“What are we going to do?” Stiles asks quietly before his eyes briefly drop to Chris’s lap.
He’s already half hard in response to Stiles’s obedience and beauty. Chris’s smile spreads just the same as his thighs when he lifts his hips up teasingly. “You need something else to concentrate on, don’t you?”
- Part 11 of Gift Fics
“You're not even faking it in the least, are you?” Peter sounds amused and pleased. He cards his fingers through Stiles's hair to tip his head back some. “I can smell how turned on you are.”
Stiles shakes his head. “Can't exactly hide that sort of thing from my particular clientele.”
He never accepts offers from werewolves he doesn't feel attraction towards, knows that they can easily sniff him out if he tried pushing through with it anyway. And Stiles knows to avoid the ones that don't care if he's into it or not.
“What’s life without a little risk?”
In for a penny, in for a pound.
It's a Sterammock because nobody else wants to touch it after that.
- quote by Lark who hasn't read the actual Story.
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18 Jun 2018