Re: 15th
"Okay," Derek said gently. He slowly released Stiles' elbows; the way he had the slave against the wall meant it would be a struggle for Stiles to hit Derek in any kind of way. Still, he moved slowly just in case. "No drugs." He was glad Stiles had said no; Derek wanted every reaction from Stiles to be expressed with perfect clarity. The drugs would've been a mercy, a concession on Derek's part. But Stiles didn't want them.
And he thought he couldn't take his clothes off. That was fine. "I can take them off for you," Derek said, voice still quiet - no hint of mocking, no teasing, no taunting. There was just a hint of arousal in the air and it wasn't Derek's. Skimming his hands up Stiles' arms, he slid his fingertips under the collar of Stiles' hoodie and over his collarbone. "You don't have to do anything but keep still." With one hand he caught the zipper and started tugging it down tooth by tooth, revealing a delicious expanse of pale skin.