He pulls Stiles in a little closer once his arm is around him, turning in and pressing his forehead to his jaw for a moment. But then Stiles stands up, the traitor, and Derek growls as he's led towards the bedroom. Bed does sound good though, especially if Stiles stays. Maybe he'll make the sheets smell like hm for days like he did last time, and Derek will sleep better.

He lets go of Stiles and steps in front of him, stretching a bit and pushing his sweats down over his hips shamelessly until he's left in nothing but his black boxer briefs.

"Get another towel," he grumbles, staring hungrily at his bed. "I just did laundry and I don't want blood on my sheets."