"Good boy," Stiles said and he was so tempted to scratch Derek's belly but he remembered the reaction he got out of the werewolf and Stiles really didn't want to ruin the mood. So instead he kissed Derek, soft and with tongue, before he started to trail hot open mouth kisses over the werewolf's stumble, down his neck, to his chest.
"Do you wax?" It was out before Stiles could stop himself.