Stiles makes a choked, needy sound when Derek agrees and his hips rock up harder into the man's touch, surging up to kiss Derek again, tongue thrusting into his mouth and moaning into it. Then he's sitting up and pushing Derek back- back onto the bed so he can straddle him, hips grinding down together and making him moan even louder

He pulls back only an inch, licking and nipping at his lower lip as he rolls his hips slowly. "God, so much- I want to do so much," he pants out, slowing the pace until he's barely moving, just resting atop the werewolf. "But first, I really wanna suck you off," Stiles murmurs, then begins to move further and further down Derek's body.