Stiles was sprawled out shirtless across Danny’s bed. The air conditioning unit in Danny’s house was out and it was sweltering outside. Their homework was strewn across the bed, papers flapping in the wind from the open windows with a very light breeze flowing through them. It was either the heat or the lack of sleep that had Danny more than distracted from his homework and a little too focused on the moles that peppered across Stiles’ back. “Don’t move,” he stated and moved from his spot behind Stiles, throwing one leg over his back and straddling him. His fingers lightly traced across Stiles’ back before he was leaning down to the constellation of moles right between his shoulder blades and kissing connecting lines to each of them. Yeah, definitely had to be the heat getting to his brain.