Re: Bathroom
"Greedy," Derek accused, but his tone was pleased, even smug. "Needy." He pulled his fingers back and added more lotion, coating his cock and then the boy's hole, before lining up, pushing past the ring of muscle, lotion-slicked hands grasping Stiles' hips as he slid inside, inch-by-inch swallowed by the tight, hot, darkness of the teenager's body. "Mine," he growled, possessive.