Derek made a soft sound, needy, raw, and when Stiles had finished, lunged up the bed, captured the boy's mouth, tasting himself, the boy's unique flavor beneath, before he sat back.
The bed was a disaster. They were equally despoiled. He wrinkled his nose and stood up, collected the cockring, lube, and vibrator and padded towards the shower.
"Strip the bed. Clean the toys. When you're done, you may join me," he called over his shoulder.