As strong as Stiles might think he was, he was no match for a werewolf's strength, and if Derek didn't want to be moved, he wouldn't be. The hands in his hair felt nice, though, even when it was slightly too painful.
He kept his hands on the boy's hips, traced the edge of the brand with his thumb as he swallowed down around the boy, started sucking, swallowing, holding the boy deep in his throat. He could tell the teenager was close to coming, and he was determined to last the few seconds it would take to make him come, and then swallow his release. If something was worth doing, it was worth doing right.