Stiles moans at the touch, panting softly as he rocks up into his fingers, legs spreading a little wider. He knows, without doubt, that he wants this, wants Derek. For as long as Derek will have him.

"Derek," he groans out, pressing firmly with his hand, rubbing up and down the bulging length of the man and grinding up into him as well. "Remember how I said I had... things I wanna do to you?" He asks, a sly grin crossing his face.

"I really want to blow you."