Re: Bathroom
"Fuck," Stiles swore loudly, his voice echoing off of the bathroom walls as he found himself sitting on the sink counter and Derek was marking his neck. He loved it when Derek mark his neck, claimed him as his, it always made Stiles hard and needy knowing how much Derek wanted him.
"No," Stiles said knowing that was the wrong thing to say but he knew even with his racing heart that Derek would easily enough be able to tell it was a lie. "I-I'm sorry, Derek." Stiles flushed knowing he had no doubt disappointed his Master.