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“Stiles,” Derek growled again and his eyes flashed dangerously. “Go home.”
“Fucking make me.”
Derek squared up to Stiles and walked him backwards until Stiles crashed against the wall. His breath came a little quicker as he locked eyes with Derek, heart hammering as he felt Derek’s arms barricade him against the wall. There was a long moment, both of their chests heaving as they stared at each other until Derek’s eyes flickered down to Stiles’ lips. Stiles smirked when he realised what that meant and his eyes lit up.
“Oh,” he said slowly, pieces falling into place and his smirk widening. “You don’t want me to go home, do you?”
Derek opened his mouth to reply, but Stiles spoke again. “You want me to stay. You want me.”
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Derek's dirty talk really gets Stiles going... until it turns out to be a little more than hypothetical