"Allison's parents don't even blink when she says Stiles will be sleeping over every third night."

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So last night I was complaining about how there just isn't enough kissing fic in my life - like, as much as I don't understand the appeal of makeouts in real life, I just want all of my favorite characters to kiss each other a lot? Which I feel is a totally just and righteous demand to make. Look, makeouts seem like nice things in theory, so there should be more examples of it.

Whatever, I just want there to be a lot of kissing and I don't care what fandom it's in, shut up.

Anyway, paper_tzipporah promised me commentfic if I prompted this on LJ. I think this will benefit everyone in the long run, so if you feel like joining in, you totally should. Look, I even wrote Hawaii Five-0 OT4 makeouts last night. Maybe I will write more this afternoon. Who knows.

:D?

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you know what this road is paved with, 3/?

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Stiles barks out a nervous laugh. Peter's smile doesn't shift, but his fingers dig into Stiles hip, claws slipping out to prick the delicate skin. "Okay!" Stiles yelps, and Peter relaxes his grip, just enough for the claws to graze instead of pierce.

He's never kissed anyone before. Stiles takes a breath, then another, tongue darting out reflexively before he cranes his neck to press a quick, close-mouthed peck to the edge of Peter's smirking mouth. He doesn't realize he's closed his eyes until he jerks back, blinking against Peter's disdainful snort.

"Come now, you can do better than that."

Peter sounds amused more than angry, but Stiles glares back, chin raised in defiance. "No, I really can't," he snaps, and Peter's gaze turns thoughtful.

"No one's ever kissed you before?" Peter asks, but it's clearly rhetorical, and Stiles turns his face away, knowing he can't stop the blush rising on his cheeks.

Peter's fingers are gentle and unclawed, tilting Stiles' face back toward him. "Sweet boy," Peter murmurs, and Stiles opens his mouth to object, he most certainly is not, thank you, when Peter takes advantage of the opportunity and swallows the words.

you know what this road is paved with, 4/4

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The kiss is softer than Stiles is expecting, not that he really expected this, ever, but Peter's mouth is soft and coaxing, firm lips keeping his mouth open for Peter's tongue to explore. Stiles chokes back a moan, trying not to give up anything more than he has to, but Peter makes a pleased sound in the back of his throat and deepens the kiss, tilting Stiles' head back until his neck aches.

He doesn't realize that Peter has stopped holding him in place until Peter steps away, and Stiles shivers at the loss. He draws a shaky breath, and forces himself to meet Peter's eyes. Peter is staring at him.

"Thank you," Peter says, sounding oddly sincere, and Stiles raises a trembling hand to his lips, which feel more bruised than his wrist.

Then he's alone. It's a long run, without his car, but the air feels good against his face. He lets himself think about it: Peter's mouth, Peter's hands, for as long as his pulse is pounding in his ears, his shoes slamming into the ground. Later, he will push these thoughts from his mind. There's no time for this.

He doesn't want to know what he wants.

Re: you know what this road is paved with, 4/4

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GODDAMN, JONI.

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