Re: 15th
Derek's fingers massaged the oil into the hair, enjoying the freedom he had to touch and to savour his lithe human slave. Stiles wasn't broken; his eyes weren't empty and he wasn't lifeless. The fact was that Stiles wanted this on most levels and he'd given into that.
"Sounds cold," Derek murmured. Sponge baths in the winter sounded like hell. "What parts of being in the camp do you miss?" Probably not the sponge baths, Derek guessed. As he asked the question, be brought down the razor and gently started running it across Stiles' skin. The coarse hair had never been trimmed which meant Derek had to pause frequently to rinse the razor in a separate bowl of water, but in a few moments he was already seeing progress: smooth, bare skin shining with water and oils.