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“Wait, does he do this all the time?” Scott asked, sounding flabbergasted and, in Jackson’s opinion, suitably impressed. “What, is he your sugar daddy or something?” The way Stiles glanced at Jackson then probably looked coy to Scott. It probably looked coquettish, even deferential, like Jackson was the one with the power, but that impression couldn’t have been more misleading. That half-lidded gaze pinned Jackson to his seat and made him squirm, made him want to bare his neck, offer up everything he had, and beg for whatever Stiles wanted to give him in return. Stiles sipped at his drink—the drink Jackson had paid for—again and slowly, teasingly, licked the foam from his top lip. “You could say that,” he said, a hint of a laugh in his tone. Scott could say that, but he wouldn’t be entirely right. Though, to be fair, he wouldn’t be entirely wrong either.

Fics like Sugar, Watch Me (I'll Be Good)

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