Like wine upon the lips
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"So, the word's on the streets that you're some sexy polyglot," Stiles says, wiggling his eyebrows annoyingly before he slumps on the couch next to him and puts his feet on Derek's coffee table, limbs akimbo, loose and long. "Sexy polyglot," Derek repeats, raising an eyebrow, and pushing Stiles' feet off the table with his own. "Yeah, you know, sexy man of many languages."