Teen Wolf
It tingled. It stretched. It hurt, in an interesting way. It settled over him and all around his insides with a determination that was alarming.
What Derek didnĀ“t tell Stiles was that the Kraken had gotten him, too. He pushed the boy forward, ready to grab him and hoist him over his shoulder, when he spotted the tower.
They grappled with clothes, tumbling over each other, and somehow inside. Dark around them, clothes went flying. Derek could hardly wonder if Stiles would ask questions afterwards. The stretch was all he felt, he had to fill it. Who needed it first?