Derek smiled, gratified that Stiles was listening to his instructions. He stood back, passive, to watch his slave undress, and scanning the laundry room. He hadn't come down here expecting to fuck Stiles. He'd tried twice to get the boy upstairs, but he'd failed, and now he needed lube, and potentially something else to fuck his hole.
"You're not hiding any lube in here, are you?" he asked, curiously, hopeful. Stiles was a teenager. Maybe he'd hidden some for a mid-afternoon jerk off session.