p style="font-family: -webkit-standard;"Friction was a good word. Stiles loves words. But he loves friction more. It's proved by the way Derek tosses him into the back of old Roscoe, only to crawl after and with an unreal roll of those tight hips, grinds their crotches together. /p
p style="font-family: -webkit-standard;"Stiles positively keen under the weight of the werewolf and his mind races as razor sharp claws rip through his layers of fabric only to be contrasted by soft lips on his neck and for a moment Stiles' survival instinct collides with the intense pleasure and he realizes that like this, Derek will ultimately be his undoing. /p