[The boner that is not his own that he can definitely feel pressed up against him. He's trying super hard to ignore it because it's not his boner and he wants to kiss her. But he also... really wants to do other things because Jesus Christ, he was human and a teenager and male and horny twenty-four/seven on a regular basis, but when you put a hot redhead into the mix that he was used to being able to get hot and heavy with... Stiles had pretty much had blue balls for the last few days. And maybe, just maybe, that little bit of friction he got shifting up on his toes to push them together more was worth the odd confusion at feeling something there that shouldn't be there.
God, he wanted to fuck his girlfriend right now. Could the curse be over? Please?
Even through that mini existential crisis, he continued to kiss her, because shut up, Rachel, he was allowed that much.]
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God, he wanted to fuck his girlfriend right now. Could the curse be over? Please?
Even through that mini existential crisis, he continued to kiss her, because shut up, Rachel, he was allowed that much.]