Re: 15th
Derek barked out a laugh, nosing along the taut muscles that clenched and unclenched in Stiles' jaw, over and over. "You asked me if we could do what you wanted for once. Remember?"
Derek released Stiles' wrists and stepped back, grin not fading in the slightest. "So you're getting what you want. I'm not fucking you tonight. Easy as that." He reached between them and ripped the towel off Stiles' waist, leering at him unashamedly - taking in the flushed, filled cock that hung heavy between Stiles' legs. "I'll go get your clothes. Be back in a few." With that he stepped out of Stiles' room, grinning the whole way.