Re: 15th
Stiles sucked in a soft breath as Derek started to rub something into the coarse hair that was just under his belly button. The teen’s cock hadn’t gotten any softer during the struggle or the relaxation that happened afterwards and the hard length twitched at the feel of the werewolf’s hand on him. The teen was tempted to open his eyes but with them closed he could pretend that this wasn’t happening to him, that it wasn’t Derek, even if his body loved the attention.
“Sponge baths,” Stiles commented before licking his lips, “or we tried to move as south as we could.” Talking was also a distraction and maybe that is why Stiles was letting the words flow out. Another way of pretending Derek wasn’t shaving him. “Tents aren’t really made for cold weather even if you had a lot of animal fur to keep warm.”