Re: Mar 23
Derek's face twisted in frustration, a groan punching out of his chest at the thought of having to fight to stay still through five more movies. The moon was going to be overhead for hours and Derek already felt drunk with it. "One more," Derek grunted, the words clawing out of a tight throat. He needed to try to compromise. Things had gotten better with compromise. "Not sure I can-" He took a deep breath of Stiles' scent through his shirt, nuzzling as his hands squeezed Stiles' waist, thumbs rubbing into muscles. He couldn't remember wanting anything as badly as he wanted Stiles right then. "Please, Stiles. I need you."