Derek milked the boy's cock, his hand wet with come, and smiled, bit down on the boy's nape. "Good, Stiles," he breathed. "That take the edge off?" He pulled back, wiped his come-covered hand on the boy's hip, then switched hands, resuming the steady ass-fucking with the toy as he watched with hungry eyes as the come dripped down the boy's cock to the sheets below.
He'd wait until the boy caught his breath before making further demands. Derek was nothing if not considerate.