"Oh my god." Stiles groaned the words out as he was once more pulled back against Derek, the werewolf's hands on his hips holding him in place. Stiles melted at the growl as his cock harden between their bodies. His hands grabbed Derek's biceps as he looked at the werewolf, flushed for a completely different reason.
"Mixed signals. Mixed confusing signals," Stiles said using his words instead of assuming things. "Do you want to fuck my brains out or talk?"