Stiles groans again, but this time it sounds pained, and his expression is pretty miserable for someone who is currently lying underneath his mostly naked boyfriend who wants to make out with him.
He gives up, nods at Derek's suggestion, and moves his hand to curl around Derek's bicep. The other rests on Derek's back, fingers lightly drumming against his skin."So this is not at all how I pictured this going, just so you know," he says, not wanting to sound like he's complaining, but he is. "I'm sorry I'm so, you know...awful at this."