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"Ow, shit, fuck me!" Stiles bites his lip, blinking back pained tears.
"What happened?"
Stiles rolls his eyes, “I hit my head on the door frame.”
"Oh, you did? Where?" Parrish leans over him and presses his lips to Stiles’ hair, "Right there?"
Stiles blushes and bites his lip, “Yeah. Thank you, Prince Deputy.” He grins and pulls him down for a kiss, “I might have bumped my lips on the seat a li’l bit.”
"Yeah?" Parrish’s lips curl in a tiny smile, "Want me to kiss it and make it better?"
Stiles nods, “Yeah.” He pouts, “They really hurt. I think maybe you should give me two just in case I injure them further.” A tiny laugh precedes the whispered promise of 'safety first' before Stiles is being kissed to within an inch of his life.
