Derek appreciated Stiles' initiative, could even indulge it, when it wasn't a threat to his power, his control. And clearly, as the boy raced to obey, it wasn't.
He watched, pleased, and slowly stripped himself, out of his sleeveless undershirt and jeans, folding them on the low bench at the end of the bed.
"Perfect," he pronounced. He padded over to the bedside table and retrieved the cock ring, lubricant, and a vibrating dildo from the drawer. He set each on top of the table, in full view of Stiles, and waited for him to react.