"Where were you headed?"

The sweatshirt's zipper came down quickly after that and Stiles was already grinning by the time the red hood slipped from his head.
"Grandma's."
His smirk cracked into a thin line of struggle at the hard press against his groin in response to the quip.
"Milk, cookies, and all that."

"Yeah?"
Derek grazed the very line of Stiles' skin with his nose, taking in the scent.
He took notice of the boy's strong, but still so vulnerable neck. The pulse just beneath the skin echoed in his head and he pursed his lips against it, sending chills up the trapped spine.

Stiles gripped the edges of the sturdy leather coat that curved around him, eager to move things along.
He tugged, deepening Derek's kiss. Parted his legs, with a slight groan, so that the other's larger thigh could slip in.
Planted himself on the still so warm body that mirrored his own.

Derek could feel the tension in his body as well as the other's. The lust was welling in him and if he wasn't careful, it'd overflow and get the better of him.
Carefully, he peeled Stiles' hands from the loose parts of his coat and propped him up against his shoulder.
"So what happened? 'You get lost?"

Stiles arched into the hold, craning his neck to face the thick jaw above him.
"No, just a little bad luck…" He whispered, trying his best to sound confident.

Derek chuckled.
"What kind of bad luck?"

"You wouldn't believe it."
He pulled back, careful not to break their embrace, and kissed Derek's pouted mouth.
"I ran into a wolf."