Re: Bathroom
Derek stepped closer and swatted Stiles' hands away, undid his belt and pants for him and peeled the soaking fabric down his legs, dropping to his knees to steady himself as he pulled the boy's shoes and socks off as well, before finally pulling the sopping fabric off his legs. In another context, being on his knees in front of Stiles would be awkward, but right now, all Derek cared about was getting his slave dry and warm.
He stood up again, and hauled Stiles close, discarded the wet towel and rubbed the boy's cold, clammy skin with brusque, efficient movements.
"I'm sure my project will be fine," he murmured, his eyes studying Stiles' face. "It's heated, for the winter, though I wasn't expecting to turn on the heat just yet."