Now Stiles understood as Derek pressed his forehead against Stiles' and thanked him for his words. He had put doubt in Derek's mind about whether or not Stiles wanted him, that he needed Derek, and that made Stiles' gut twist harder.
His free hand came up and ran over the back of Derek's neck as he nudge the werewolf with his nose. "I'm sorry. I didn't think it through, Derek. I was just thinking with my cock. I will always need you, want you. You are mine and I am yours. You can't get rid of me even if you wanted to."