Re: Bathroom
Derek returned Stiles' kiss, moved his hands down to curl around his hips, and let out a low, possessive growl. The question was a fair one. Did he care? It wasn't as if the others didn't know that he and Stiles had sex. He mouthed against the boy's jaw, nipped the tender underside with sharp teeth, and pulled the teenager closer. "That's what you want?" he asked, lips against his skin. "You want my cock?"