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Derek growled. Partly due to the sensation of Stiles slipping his tongue underh his foreskin to lap at his sensitive cockhead, and partly due to the frustration of letting himself get caught by the sy little twink in the first place.
He should’ve khan to spy on Stiles when the kid was sh after lacrosse, but he had waited until everyone had already filtered out before he even started undressing. It was like a cliché porno, and Derek played his part perfectly. He stood hidden behind one of the locker doors, watg Stiles through the holes as he casually walked around in a skimpy jockstrap, exposing his ass for Derek to see.
On his way to the shower, Stiles drops a of deodorant on the ground. He bends over to pick his up and actally shows off his pucker to derek. Smooth. The kid shaves, huh. Derek feels his cock harden in his pants despite his mental obje to it. God, he was gross. Spying on Stiles aing off on nit.
He tio gaze at Stiles. Derek guesses he has a voyeur kink now. He moves to the edge of the showers when Stiles isn’t looking, tinuing to gaze at the human’s naked, wet body. He’s pletely naked, if he would just turn around a little…
Suddenly Stiles lobs a small vial at the ground near Derek’s feet, and a purple cloud rises up. Shit, Wolfsbane. Derek curses and actally breathes in the sour smelling cloud. Suddenly he feels lightheaded and collapses onto the locker room floor.
He doesn’t now how long it was until he woke up, but Stiles hair was still damn so he assumes that he wasn’t out for long. Stiles looked very smug. Derek supposes that the Wolfsbane was made to incapacitate, not kill. Derek tried to stutter out an excuse as to why he ying on Stiles, only to realise that he was in his underwear, and his ha