"Always good. Well sometimes good. Alright not good often." Stiles was mumbling to himself though he knew Derek would be able to hear him. The human snuggled down into his bed that had a hint of Derek to it now. The scent made Stiles smile and he stuffed into his nose into the spot that smelt most like the werewolf.
Stiles tried waiting patiently for his Master to come back but his body that gone through four rounds of pleasure won out and he was dozing when Derek would return.