Re: 15th
Derek laughed gently, sitting up a little more while still holding Stiles close. It was so obvious that Stiles had to make a conscious effort to continue to fight Derek. Unconsciously the human welcomed the affection, the touch, the contact. So Derek wasn't going to deprive Stiles of that much-needed intimacy anymore than Derek was going to deny himself.
"I'll put a towel there that you can lean on," Derek murmured, lifting a hand to stroke through Stiles' damp hair. "But I need to lay you back so that I can...groom you." There were discreet chains and cuffs tucked at the base of the tub and Derek was ready to use them, if need be, but a small part of him was hoping Stiles would lay back of his own volition.