He likes this, Stiles, just everything about it. It's the way their bodies come together, how open the teenager is, in the things he says to the way that he responds, and Derek's never been with someone that responded so openly before. Never been with someone that talked about what they wanted instead of it just being this meltdown of reason. It's different, but not just that, it's better. It feels like something he can hold onto, instead of an explosion destined to fall on the wrong side one day.

Their lips meet again, and it's searing, electric, and his other hand reaches up to slide into his hair. His tongue sliding against Stiles', pressing into the kiss, hot and hard and wanting. His green eyes are bright with desire as he looks up at Stiles, falling back against the pillows as the teenager pushes him down. Stiles straddles him, their hips grinding together and it steals the breath from his lips, has him moaning at the friction. His hands sliding up Stiles' legs, caressing against his thighs.

He likes how Stiles seems almost distracted, almost overwhelmed by the fact that he can have this, have Derek. It means that at least he's not alone with the feeling. He's thought about things like this, but never as something he could have. Or at least, something he should have. And he's still not entirely convinced that he wont ruin this, but at least it feels better than anyone else he's been with.

"We'll get there. I'm not going anywhere." It's both a reminder and an offer, that he's staying and that they can do this. That Stiles can have him, can make his fantasies real. He shivers softly at the way the teen's body is sliding down Derek's, and his hands come up, catching strong fingers on Stiles' shoulders, needing to touch, feel him.