Re: Mar 23
"I would have taken you to bed no matter what," Derek slurred against Stiles' skin, tasting the heat as Stiles moved against him, rocked and struggled and moaned. "Didn't want to have to fight you. Wanted this." With a snarl he pushed himself up and stripped Stiles' shirt off him with one quick, ungainly movement - sometimes it seemed like Stiles was all limbs, all motion and clumsiness. Derek didn't care. "You're so fucking beautiful," he just about groaned as he grabbed both of Stiles' wrists in one hand once more.