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Derek is literally wrapped around him, one heavy leg and one heavy arm pinning him tight to Derek‘s front.
Warm and steady breaths tickle the back of Stiles’ neck. He tries not to freak out and he wonders how he’s going to extract himself without waking Derek. He totally isn’t ready to face into this conversation.
Stiles stretches gently and Derek grumbles clutching him tighter in his sleep. Stiles tries not to yelp when Derek buries his face in the back of his neck.
Well fuck.
Stiles tries not to react, he really does, but he’s only a man. The heady smell of Derek is all around him and they’re both only in their boxers for heaven’s sake, what’s he meant to do?
He spares a thought that Derek probably undressed him, then he boxes that right back up to unpack later. Alone. In his own bed. Possibly with a hand on his dick.
Stiles wiggles a little, trying to lift Derek’s solid arm off his chest and he feels the moment he wakes up because Derek tenses.