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The plan was foolproof. Buy Derek cupcakes, teaching him to associate Stiles with yummy tastes (and frosting). Concede graciously to the inevitable kissage.
It was a brilliant fucking plan, okay? Right up until he actually gives Derek the cupcakes. The pleased quirk of his mouth makes Stiles ache to just smash their faces together.
Then Derek bites into it and the tiny moan he gives is damn near pornographic. His eyes flutter shut, throat bobbing as he swallows. There’s frosting everywhere, sweet white smudges on Derek’s upper lip, on his freaking fingers.
There may be a flaw in the plan.