Stiles' eyes fluttered shut when he felt Derek's thumb trace his lower lip, his tongue was quick to follow the digit, before he let out a soft noise that could have been a whimper or moan.
"Maybe," Stiles said to Derek's question and he let out a soft whine when he could feel Derek hovering over him but not kissing him. Stiles knew he was going to regret this later but he didn't care.
A hand came up, cupping Derek's head and neck, as he lifted his head and captured Derek's lips in a kiss. His tongue flickered out, running along Derek's bottom lip asking for silent permission as he tried to deepen the kiss.