Sam's thumb brushes along his cheek as Stiles deepens the kiss. A pleased, happy rumble sounds in his chest as Stiles winds himself closer. He tilts his head back, letting him mouthe along his skin. Shifting, Sam rubs his cheek against Stiles, marking him with his scent. His. His mate.
"You know.. Dean wants to throw a bachelor party," he breathes, a laugh in his voice. "I'm sure the pack will too."
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Date: 2012-10-18 01:18 am (UTC)"You know.. Dean wants to throw a bachelor party," he breathes, a laugh in his voice. "I'm sure the pack will too."