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             ❝ you’re speaking in reference to my body. nothing                   wrong with being acquainted with that. maybe one                   day you’ll be lucky enough to see me clothed. for                   now, all i can say is ——– nah. ❞

    his tongue darts out to swipe at his lower lips at the sight of his shirtless brother, his hands itching to run them over the plane of his body & just touch him everywhere. stiles is quick, eager —- stuart can’t help but smirk at that. he almost, almost, lets out a moan at the break of contact, lips yearning to be on his again. but then he’s kicking all remaining clothing off & what the heck, he can admire the view for a minute. 

     stuart places his hands on stiles’ waist, a quick peck on the lips. ❝ — nah, ❞ in one swift motion, he turns stiles around, stiles’ back facing him instead.  ❝ well, not yet. ❞ one hand slides down stiles’ body in an excruciatingly slow manner, lips resting on the skin of his shoulder as he palms his twin’s throbbing dick.  stuart presses his body against stiles’ further, the bulge in his pants rubbing against stiles’ ass .❝ i want to appreciate your body first. ❞

            ❛ then appreciate it. ❜ he’s impatient, fingers curling against the wall and ass pressing back against stu’s clothed dick. it’s frustrating as it always is, feeling stu’s clothes on his back instead of his skin,  the desire for that comforting warmth of his brother’s body lined against his blocked. ( but he knows  stu likes it like this, likes that POWER of being fully clothed while stiles is naked. stiles has learned to deal with it -- but he can be annoying  still ). 

             one hand slides down the wall to wrap around stu’s hand, wanting more,  NEEDING more. he shivers from the touch, even one so easy. and because he‘s desperate ( and more than a little shameless ), he begs  before he’s even told to:  

ideally, he would still be biting down onto his lips in retaliation          &  the idea of pretending that he hadn’t had that little fuck up was still a possibility but then stiles SPEAKS  (  which can be such a downfall most of the time  ).   there is no way he is abiding by those rules. sure, he did agree to it  BUT it wouldn’t hurt to get a little PUSH  before he finally praises stiles for being ‘awesome’. 

       ❝ oh      you actually expect me to do that?               i’m nev    ❞

okay now stiles is just forcing isaac to surrender, which he would do if he weren’t still slightly sour about how EASILY he have up the first time. hips bucked forward slightly  &  a smirk ran across his lips.                        ❝ you’ll have to work a bit  harder  to get                                 that to come from my lips. ❞

                 oh, is  that  how it’s gonna be? isaac being DIFFICULT ( see: a fucking asshole?  ) well -- that’s no surprise, really. pretty much expected at this point. but stiles still rolls his eyes, fixing his annoyed gaze on isaac. his fingers tighten around the other’s dick, but he doesn’t give him any more. not yet. ( the real  frustrating part is he WANTS to stop, just to piss isaac off, but he knows he won’t. he is too  turned on at this point. ) 

“ dude, if it was me? my ass would be LONG GONE. “

but that didn’t divert all the blame, as if he weren’t affiliated at all. the business he was in led to STICKY SITUATIONS on the daily, and it wasn’t uncommon for things to turn sour. nonchalant is his demeanor as fingertips delve into the depths of his sweatpants’ pockets, roaming amidst their contents for a moment until they retrieve a commendable wad of notes. he ought to be more careful with FLASHING CASH sums so unashamedly, but he flicks through without a second thought, counting under his breath. 

“ look, i’ll pay for the damage, alright? i don’t want no TROUBLE. “

               ❛ what are you -- ❜  did this guy really just flash everyone his extremely large sum of money?   in the middle of a parking lot?  stiles’ hands are already up, palms facing out, expression a mixture of disbelief and confusion. ❛ are you just carrying a giant wad of cash in your sweatpants pocket?  ever heard of a bank? ❜ is this guy a drug dealer? he probably is. 

        she knows that stiles is trying to deflect the sexual jokes, to change the subject into something a little more innocent. derian could smell it on her, though, the sweetness of her smell spiking up sharply, momentarily blinding all of her other senses. she manages to snap herself back to earth and catch stiles looking at her lips, which forces an eyebrow to twitch up in curiosity. oh. a smirk is formed on her lips as she steps forward, not stopping until she was almost chest to chest with the other girl. she leans forward, nose barely grazing against stiles’, her words soft and low as she speaks.  ❝ i wonder what else your body was made for. ❞

           her eyes linger at her lips for half a second before she turns around, walking away and flipping her hair over her shoulder. that was too bold of a move that she made, but she couldn’t help it – it was basically a challenge that she had to accept. she attempts to act unaffected, though, bending down to grab her duffle bag from where it was dropped earlier. ❝ sure, sure, you can be the big spoon. now i’m gonna go change into something more comfortable before the sun goes down, and i think it’d be a good idea if you did, too. ❞

              is she TRYING to kill her? is that it? just cruel  payback for getting them lost in the first place? that is not fair.  derian’s done a LOT of horrible or annoying or unnecessary things to even this out. and she might straight up  squeak  when the other girl gets too close, words blatantly  flirtatious and -- and -- holy shit? 

             ❛ yeah -- right, changing. clothes. i’ll -- go do that. ❜ she stumbles back a few steps, nearly scrambling to grab her bag out of the back seat. she heads for the tent, and once inside quickly changes, putting on a loose tshirt and basketball shorts on instead. comfortable.  yeah. then she just -- sits there,  arms crossed over her chest and leg bouncing, still on edge because of one Very Annoying Werewolf.