Derek picked up the lube and drizzled it over Stiles' fingers. "You're ready for him," he pointed out, dragging his fingers over the teenager's cock. He could wait, but he was having a difficult time seeing the problem. Did Stiles not want to be fucked anymore? He'd seemed to enjoy being rimmed, and Isaac's fingers.
He poured more lube on his fingers and circled Stiles' hole, testing his resistance.