"Why be different if you like those things?" Stiles asked fighting back a moan when Derek's hands reached back and kneaded his cheeks through the fabric of his pants. Stiles did press himself against Derek, showing the werewolf that he was half hard.
"And it doesn't humiliate me," Stiles said carefully, "but the way Isaac is in bed compared to me? He makes me feel like a stick in the mud or something. He is just so open and eager and I am all stiff and ridged."