[ One hand braced on the window sill with a booted foot, the other holding steady to the frame, Derek doesn't move away when Stiles lurches forward. He's used to Stiles entering his space the way he is now, and vice versa, though it's typically used for arguments (or the occasional quiet discussion). But he knows that it'll either go in a completely different direction, or one of them will sway out of the gravitational pull that they have on one another.
As if that's actually possible.
The smush nearly has him outright laughing, but instead of pulling away or making fun of Stiles, he brings his hand up from the sill of his bedroom window and takes hold of his chin, fingers and thumb curling gentle against his jaw. He has far more experience in this sort of thing, though it's been quite some time since he's felt like this when kissing someone else. Tilting them both the slightest bit to get a better angle, he eases the mash of lips into an actual kiss. (Which probably makes that drunkenly praised bear all the more obvious.) ]
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As if that's actually possible.
The smush nearly has him outright laughing, but instead of pulling away or making fun of Stiles, he brings his hand up from the sill of his bedroom window and takes hold of his chin, fingers and thumb curling gentle against his jaw. He has far more experience in this sort of thing, though it's been quite some time since he's felt like this when kissing someone else. Tilting them both the slightest bit to get a better angle, he eases the mash of lips into an actual kiss. (Which probably makes that drunkenly praised bear all the more obvious.) ]