"Then I guess we'll have to get you hard again," Derek answered, and moved past Stiles, bending at the waist to pick up his discarded jeans and fold them neatly on a chair. "I'm in no hurry." It wasn't strictly true--he'd wanted to get off, and get off quickly, but taking care of Stiles the right way was more important.
As he padded to the bed, his arousal was already lessening, moving from the needy throb to something more manageable.