Re: The Bar - OTA
"Oh my god," Stiles mouth hung open as Derek stole his drink, downed it in a gulp, smacked his ass after promising to let Stiles cum if he was good. The werewolf was trying to kill him.
Flushed Stiles scowled slightly as he ordered another drink. "Are you sure you aren't the one being affected by the whisky? Or are you normally this cruel when you are in a good mood?" Stiles asked and he was clearly pouting.