"My wolfiness, huh?" Derek smirks as his eyes go red, and he trails his claws with the utmost gentleness over the outside of Stiles's thighs. But he obliges and moves up for a kiss, bracing his hands against the mattress and settling himself on top of Stiles with a sigh.
"No, I guess I don't like smelling other people on you." And he's especially not looking forward to going back to work, and smelling the inside of all those cars. His day off may turn into a few days off, while he adjusts to his new senses.