His breath is coming in quiet moans as his fingers flutter hesitantly over his skin, tugging his clothes off. Nothing inflames him faster than the hesitant brushes of Stiles's hands. He's stronger than he gives himself credit for, and every awkward stumble is more endearing than the last. Stiles is the one he's going to give it all up for. Give up hunting for good and live a normal life. They're going to be happy.

He's going to get married. He's going to marry Stiles and he's not sure if he's ever been so happy.

Every happy thought slipskidded right out of his head the moment Stiles took him.

"God--!" His breath fell out of him in a cry, hips arching up into him. "Stiles.."