Fics like If being sexy was a crime, you’d be guilty as hell.

Derek tries and fails to shut his gaping mouth as Stiles arrives at his desk, heartbeat rabbiting a little faster than usual. Stiles grabs a file out of his desk, muttering something about forgetting to mail it yesterday and needing to get it down to filing by Monday. Derek’s barely paying attention, unable to concentrate with the scent of him right under his nose. He leans over Derek to grab an empty envelope from their shared stationary tray and Derek knows he’s absolutely fucked when he sees how his trousers are moulded to his perfect ass. “So.... how do I look?” Stiles asks casually as he stands back up, as if his very presence hasn’t just given Derek a very sudden and uncomfortable boner. He looks like he should be on the cover of GQ. What Derek wants to say, what he really means to say, is that he looks fine. Quite nice, even. What comes out of his mouth is so far from that, it’s almost ridiculous. “You can’t go out looking like that!” Derek manages, sounding choked. Stiles pales.

Fics like If being sexy was a crime, you’d be guilty as hell.

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