Re: Mar 23
Derek just about dropped Stiles onto the bed as his body wanted to go limp with the touches. If Stiles thought he was making a case to stop Derek, well, it was about as effective as running had been. "Yes," Derek hissed as he fell onto the bed too, limbs caging in Stiles. He pressed his palms to Stiles' wrists, thumbs rubbing over Stiles' pulse as his hips started to rock on instinct alone. "Yes, all of that." The tug to his hair, the teeth to his neck - it made his whole groin throb. Arching his back, he ground down against Stiles, letting out a rumbling sigh as he finally got to revel in the warmth of Stiles' body, the give to his skin. "More."