Stiles let out a noise as he found himself on his back, legs spread, and Derek grinding against him. He moaned and whimpered and even gave Derek a little shove when he felt the other male mark his neck.
"Jerk. You don't get a bed for that," Stiles said flipping them over once more. He had a look in his eyes that was hard to place as he moved to settle at Derek's feet. His hands pulled down at Derek's pants. "Lift your hips."