"I'm... a teenager, what can... I say." Stiles pants out, moaning softly as he presses into Derek's hands, his own gripping the mattress beneath him in an ever growing fight to keep still.

A half shout - half moan escapes him as his hips jerk upward, the teen glaring down at Derek though it's barely of any use with how flush his face is and how dark and blown his eyes are. "You asshole."