Derek grunted, balls slapping the boy's ass as he bottomed out, hands gripping tight as he pulled back, then thrust in deep again, hips pinioning, relentless. "Is this what you wanted, Stiles?" he demanded. "To be reminded of your place? Your purpose?" He lifted one hand, curled around the back of Stiles' neck, pinning him down against the table. "You're a hole for my cock. To be used whenever I want. Wherever I want."