Stiles was in heaven and hell at the same time. He stumbled after Derek as the werewolf pulled him along by the leash. His legs didn't want to work properly as the plug vibrated against his prostate. All he wanted to do in that moment was to fuck himself on the plug or better yet on Derek's cock. Which was a first for Stiles. He had thought a lot about letting Derek fuck him, because it would be fucking and not love, but this was the first time Stiles actually wished for it. Clearly Derek's plan was working.
There was a whimper from Stiles as they moved to another stall and he fell down onto one knee. It made the leash go tight and Stiles was stuck with his head up at an awkward angle panting softly. "Derek... Master..."