"Told you... You are the one that always wants me naked," Stiles said swallowing hard as Derek cupped him through the shorts he wore. Breakfast was practically forgotten as Derek turned his attention to Stiles and the promise the slave had made with his master. The teen couldn't help but start to feel nervous because even though he wanted it, really wanted, it was new and a big step. So when Stiles got nervous he moved.
He took the tray of food from Derek's lap and got out of the bed. "I should put this somewhere... Maybe the kitchen?"