Re: Bathroom
Stiles moaned, his voice echoing off of the walls when Derek started to move in earnest. Stiles had missed this, how close he felt to Derek, when the werewolf was inside of him. He clung to the older male, panting in time with Derek, before he spoke the words coming out breathlessly.
"Yours. I'm yours. No one elses. Fuck. I'm yours, Derek. So yours."