Re: 2
Stiles was having a hard time shutting his mouth, not just because he was busy in awe that Derek kissed him but his brain wanted to compensate for the silent hurricane happening.
He bumped against the back of the closet and jostled forward, bumping against Derek - curse the lack of space. There was brief fear torn between 'oh shit he's going to kill me' and 'he's going to leave and ignore me forever' which is why he decided, you know, death by Derek is fine. Another kiss felt worth dying for. So he reached for Derek's cheek and leaned in to return the kiss.