Re: 15th
Derek snorted, stepping closer again. "Not what I meant," he muttered, shaking his head with genuine amusement that was darkened significantly by his lust. "And you weren't wrong - I always want you." But he'd made the decision not to fuck Stiles. It didn't meant he couldn't touch him.
Slowly so as to not give Stiles warning, Derek just barely brushed his lips against the long line of Stiles' neck, a feather soft touch that made Derek exhale sharply. Dropping his hand down low, he cupped Stiles' velvety soft balls, smooth and hairless, thumb gently stroking his sac.