"It's fine," Derek spoke softly, tightening his arms. "You didn't know. Though werewolves share some traits with our canine cousins, it's still...." he shrugged. "Some wolves don't mind it, I guess. But for me it has...bad associations." Kate had called him her lapdog, among other things. And when he thought of Kate, the guilt soon followed.
"Bad memories. I'd rather have good memories with you." He pressed a kiss behind Stiles' ear. "...I think you've cleaned that dildo enough."