Stiles closed his eyes as Derek moved close to give him the apples and whisper in his ear. He couldn't help but tilt his head ad nuzzle Derek's cheek, the werewolf's beard rubbing against his skin, effort he nipped at the skin. He wanted Derek. He probably stunk of arousal and need and Stiles didn't care that they were In public. That that vendors and other customers were well within sight. The thought just made Stiles harder if that was at all possible as he nipped at Derek's jaw.
"I want..." Derek's cock but Stiles was determined, "my laptop."