Re: Mar 23
Derek's hands slid to Stiles' hips, sliding under the waistband of his pants and pushing down until his sweats were nearly at his knees. All the exposed skin sent a wave of heat through Derek and he just about gasped as he pulled Stiles against his body once more. "Not a chance," he whispered - to all of it. There was no way Stiles was getting to watch six movies tonight and Derek wasn't going to say any such thing. Skimming his palms over Stiles' ass, he squeezed, pushing the cheeks together and then pulling apart.