[ Derek let out a grunt, shifting his hips up to meet Stiles'. His hands slipped down from the skin they were exploring to grip Stiles' hips, nails digging in lightly as he tugged Stiles closer still to grind into him with more force and friction.
But there was still the issue of pants, which was kind of in the way and for a moment the rush and thought of actually doing this was making the heat rise in him and god did he want it. ]
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But there was still the issue of pants, which was kind of in the way and for a moment the rush and thought of actually doing this was making the heat rise in him and god did he want it. ]