"Y'know, what is up with the whole biting of the abdominal muscle crap anyway? I mean, how even do you like, get your jaws to like, open and clamp ?" Stiles asked, trailing off and using his curled fingers to prod at his stomach in lieu of a werewolf's mouth.
Derek gave him one of those patented what the fuck Stiles? glares before turning back to the tv screen. He uselessly pressed buttons on his controller, trying to unpause the game but as Stiles was the one who had paused it in the first place his efforts were a no go. He sighed, dropping his controller, and Stiles takes a moment to wonder when his life got so strange that it's totally normal for him to be sitting in his room after school, playing video games with the Alpha of the Beacon Hills werewolf pack.
Derek gave him another glare and Stiles realized he'd said something that he hadn't bothered to listen to. "Huh?" he asked innocently.
Derek rolled his eyes. "You pause