That sounds suspiciously like an I-told-you-so, and Stiles bites at Derek's lip, makes a disgruntled sound, because Derek was right, and he should probably be grateful for that, should probably appreciate the fact that Derek wants him to enjoy this. It still feels like he's being denied something, but he knows it's good. He knows he's lucky. He's convinced now, more than ever, that he picked the right person.
"Then I guess we're going to have to spend a lot more time like this," he sighs. "I mean, I'm never going to get acclimated to you being naked if we don't spend a considerable amount of time like this, just touching." He lifts his hand and rubs his palm against Derek's cheek, wrong way against the stubble, and smiles. "I hope you didn't have plans this weekend. I mentioned my dad's out of town, right? And won't be back until Sunday?"