"Good," Derek breathed, his hands moving to settle on the boy's hips. He rubbed his forehead against Stiles' lightly and let out a slightly feral, possessive sound--not quite a growl, but perhaps close. This was what he wanted, more than anything, the human, sweet and soft and willing.
If Stiles could forgive him for his anger, he should forgive Stiles', in turn.
He rubbed his lips lightly against the boy's, playful and soft.