Re: 15th
Stiles’ head flinched at the sudden snap of fangs that were just a little too close to his liking. Well his mind didn’t like it, his body sure did. His cock twitched, aching, and he pushed against Derek’s own because Stiles could stop himself.
“Fuck you,” Stiles growled out, his face flushed in embarrassment and arousal, as he glared at Derek. “I don’t want to be fuck.” Lie. “I hate this. I hate you.” Lie. “Now get the hell off of me, dog.”