Re: Mar 23
Derek's hands balled into fists as Stiles moved away from him, his whole body orienting like a compass to Stiles' presence. But he had it under control. He did. The moon wasn't going to reach its peak for another two hours. They had time for another movie.
But Stiles wasn't making it easy. As he bent over, the soft sweats he was wearing hugged the perfect curves of his ass and Derek let out an audible groan, claws suddenly digging into his palms. He squeezed his eyes shut and grit his teeth. "Hurry," he growled, wanting that warmth and weight against him once more.