Re: Bathroom
Stiles' cock started to cause a tent with the towel and hearing Derek's possessive growl that sent a shiver down his spine didn't held at all. He tilted his chin up, letting out a soft noise when he felt Derek's teeth on him.
"I want you and your cock all day, every day," Stiles commented as his cold hands traveled to the front of Derek's jeans, quickly undoing them. "I'm yours. You should make sure the other werewolves know that."