Derek, for his part, at least for right now, doesn't want to let go of the teen. He wants to keep him here. He wants to selfishly soak up the warmth and the affection and the feeling of his kisses. He wanted to hold onto him and tangle their bodies together until he could smell Stiles' scent on his body and his scent on the teen's skin.

He likes the sound of his moans, and he wants to hear more of them, making his fingers stroke a little faster. And then, Stiles' is grinning with his fingers on his cock, and he says he wants to blow him. Derek swallows, because it's filthy and gorgeous and the teen is far too seductive for his own good. Or, well, for Derek's, anyway.

"Jesus, Stiles... Yeah, I'd like that." Who the fuck wouldn't? He lets a grin of his own tease at his lips. "What else do you think about doing to me?" This is different. Talking about it, instead of just falling into bed, bodies sliding as he got swept away on a current he couldn't resist.