"Oh god. Oh god. Oh god," Stiles squirmed, whimpered, and moan as he listened to Derek's words and felt the werewolf wrap his hand around his hard cock. Stiles' hips bucked up and the teen finally let go of the wall and grabbed onto Derek's arms as he tried to hold himself up.
"Please," Stiles begged though he was unsure of what he was begging for. All he knew was having Derek's hand on him, feeling the werewolf's mouth against his neck felt so good. Incredibly good. Better then what Stiles had imagined it as he tried to fall asleep at night.