"...my first," Stiles repeats, and he can't help it, his hand moves from where it's planted on Derek's chest to his shoulder, following the line of muscle that he knows is hiding beneath Derek's shirt. "Wow, that...sounds ridiculously formal. No. That? Is not what I want."
And then he moves his hips, leans down to butt his forehead against Derek's, nip lightly at his mouth, smiling. "...what I want, is for you to fuck me, multiple times, in multiple positions."