Stiles wants to try knotting.
Stiles groans and shoots a glare over his shoulder. “If you don’t fuck me soon, I’m going to go home.”
“No, you won’t.”
“No, I won’t. But you really need to hurry up and fuck me or I’m going to come.”
“Just from this?” Derek asks with a grin as he twists his fingers inside of Stiles. The move earns him a deep groan, followed by a desperate whimper.
“Yes, just from that.”
On another day he’s going to have to try that – fingerfucking Stiles until he comes from Derek’s hand alone. Maybe he’ll go so far as fisting. He kind of wants to see what Stiles would look like stretched out over Derek’s knuckles. But that’s for another time. They have something else on their agenda today.