Derek is blushing.
"I want to make you cum, okay? I can't help it. I want the scent of it. I want the sight of it. I want you to come undone for me. Is it so wrong to want that? To make you feel good?"
He looks directly into Stiles' eyes now, focused fully on him.
"I don't have to...to be inside of you. I could use my mouth."
Stiles' breath hitched at the very idea, and he gripped the counter behind him even tighter in anticipation as he considered Derek's words, his mouth feeling awfully dry all of a sudden. "I--uh, is that going to be enough for you? Using your mouth?" He asked, definitely on board with the idea, but also worried about Derek's own enjoyment in all of this. "I...yeah, I'm...I'm okay with that. I'm down." He added lamely, cursing himself for how easy it seemed to be for Derek to get under his skin. He felt like a horny teenager all over again, clumsy and endeared.



















