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They have dealt with a lot of things that made one or the other of them lose their minds in a rather intimate way.
There was that ‘love spell’ cast by that bitch of a witch, the pixies and their ‘playful’ lowering of inhibitions, and a variety of herbs, plants, and other fauna that had the lovely side effect of making people crazy and horny.
This... this is a gentler way of the same thing, and much more enjoyable, considering that they’re doing this knowingly and with each other’s full consent.
Derek chuckles a little, face slightly flushed as Stiles complains about all the trouble they went through when this little tonic was only a spellbook away. His mate is only slightly appeased when Derek points out that they hadn’t really needed it before, and that they don’t really need it now, aside for the spell.
Stiles, his own face covered in a light sheen of sweat, agrees with a kiss to Derek’s cheek. A kiss that quickly travels to his lips and deepens, the enjoyment of it easily overriding the complaints and cat-calls that come from the rest of the Pack.
There are wandering hands and a sudden exodus of the rest of the group, Stiles calling out that they were warned about what would happen if they stayed, so they have no right to complain. He gets a few swears in response, as well as gestures of a less polite nature, that makes him laugh out loud. Derek even chuckles a bit as he nibbles on Stiles’ neck, drawing his mate’s attention back to himself with a happy smile.
Being intimate with Stiles, whether needed by spell or not, has always been a pleasurable experience and the way that Stiles is looking at him tells him that this one is going to be extra special.
Derek can hardly wait.