Re: Mar 23
Derek could lay down - and he probably would, eventually. But having Stiles below him like this was right; the moon wasn't a charge under his skin like this because Stiles was taking that place. Tipping his head downwards, Derek ignored Stiles' request and started nosing against the side of Stiles' neck once more, huffing as he felt Stiles' hand in his fur. He wanted more. Only more was going to help. He let his tongue slip out again, but now the goal wasn't just to scent - it was to draw out Stiles' scent once more, thicker and stronger, to egg Stiles on. Derek lapped up the length of Stiles' neck, from shoulder to jaw.