"That's true," Derek admitted, dragging the dildo against Stiles' lip. "But the only progress we've made has been through us talking, too." He reached out one hand, carding through the boy's hair and then down, fingers soft on his temple, his jaw. "You misunderstand me...I won't deny that having you like this...restrained and waiting for my touch...is something I want--and something I want you to want. I want to teach you what I enjoy...and want you to learn what you enjoy. Do you understand?"