Re: 15th
"That's right," Derek murmured, lips sliding against heated skin. He slid the zip of Stiles' fly down, letting the cool metal press against Stiles' erection. "That's what you tell anyone who asks." As he got Stiles' fly completely undone, he let go for a moment, squeezing Stiles' hips and leaning in to suck an earlobe into his mouth. Stiles was trembling in his hold - not much, but enough that Derek could feel it as he held the human close. The cognitive dissonance was doing all the work for Derek; he didn't need to hurt Stiles or yell or punish him. Stiles was doing it all on his own; Derek merely needed to fuel the side that craved this.
"All I hear is 'please'." Every waver in Stiles voice was the part of him that wanted to beg for more fighting to get out. Skimming his hands around Stiles' waist, Derek slid them past Stiles' waistband and down over his pert ass. "I'm going to pull away in a moment," he said, slowly pushing Stiles' pants down. "I'm going to run the bath and then you're going to get in with me. It's going to feel good. Better than good. And you don't have to say a word." With one last kiss to Stiles' jaw, Derek gave Stiles' jeans the last little push they needed and then they were falling to the ground. He stepped backwards, keeping his eyes on Stiles' naked body, his exposed, flushed erection, and turned the taps on without even glancing away once.