Derek smiles happily and lets out a soft hum, thumbing at Stiles' bottom lip and bringing his fingers up to his own mouth to lick them clean. He takes another bite his sandwich and pulls Stiles close, sliding his hand up and down his arm. This feels so nice, being close like this. It relaxes him, and he settles down, pulling Stiles' head down to rest on his shoulder.

He picks up another piece of meat and feeds it to him, enjoying the rush he gets when his fingertips brush his lips.