Re: Bathroom
Derek had missed this too, the way that they could fight and bicker and argue over the smallest detail, but when they were like this, when they were joined, they were so in sync, so on the same page, that it was like the arguments didn't matter.
He kept moving, hips a slow roll, and moved his hand to wrap around Stiles' erection. The angle was awkward, and his rhythm faltered, but he knew from experience it wouldn't take much to push the boy over the edge, and he wanted it--wanted to feel the teenager's body tighten around his cock somehow impossibly more.
"Mine," he agreed, his lips brushing against Stiles' temple, his jaw, the pale curve of his neck. "Gonna come for me?"