"Are you ever going to let that go?" He crawls onto the bed on his stomach but that irritates the bites, so he gets up on all fours and wriggles a bit, gearing up to flip over. He finally does, bouncing a little and spreading his arms out.

He purposefully leaves one side of the bed open, the one on the opposite side from all his bites, and looks up sleepily at Stiles through his eyelashes.