"We did sort of get off to a rough start," he admits. "And it took me longer than it should have to start trusting you."

The kiss Derek gives in return is more biting, more desperate than he meant it to be. He shifts to stretch out next to Stiles and pull the teen against him, arm firmly around his waist, one hand at the back of his neck.

"I do want you. I always want you, never doubt that."