I chooooose bumber 18. kisses where one person is sitting in the other’s lap. With either Stargent, Stoyd or Stiles/Papa Hale? 😘😘
this is a little continuation to this fic!
Stiles laughed, giddy, when Joe grabbed his thigh and swung it over both his own to pull Stiles onto his lap. He settled himself across the older man’s thighs, framing his face with his hands, his stubble tickling Stiles’ palm as he petted over the coarse hair. He’d trimmed it for their date, and while Stiles enjoyed the fuller beard, he had to admit that there was something about the sharp line of Joe’s jaw that was very appealing.
He leaned forward, pressing their lips together through their smiles.
They kissed, mouths sliding together lazily. Stiles had lost count of what date they were on, not bothering to keep track after date number eleven. At that point, they’d been seeing each other for nearly a month without anyone finding out, and Stiles was beginning to feel like it could be...permanent. He liked how it felt, the familiar warmth inside his chest every time Joe let him lean up and kiss his cheek, every time Joe pulled out his chair or opened the car door for him.
It was nice. Feeling wanted. And Stiles ground down, rolling his ass against the hard line of Joe’s thick, thick cock, and knew he was very much wanted by this gorgeous, unbelievable man.