❝Well, let's hope your balls get stuck so you can give us a live demonstration. A little visible display goes a long way.❞ It was mostly meant as a joke, but the idea of the super having to peel his balls off the cheaper fake leather was amusing to him in ways he could not explain.
Ben's constant presence does not bother him, even though he does make it seem otherwise. The supe amuses him, especially the shit that comes out of his mouth, and Stiles likes that he can mostly throw it back in his face. There's another sip taken from his can of Coke before it's placed off to the side, and he goes for the pizza again, taking a big bite from it like someone who has not eaten all day long. His tongue came out to lick the sauce left behind on his bottom lip, whiskey-colored eyes shifting in the others' direction once again.
❝ I want you to enjoy that pizza, then get over here, fuck me like the little bitch we both know I am, or you can take a pause from the pizza, do step two first, then get back to step one. I'm not picky, and we both know we've been beating around this bush for fucking weeks now❞ Fuck it, he's going to take the chance and say what he wants, even if there's a chance he'll be turned down.
