"Okay," he mutters, curling his fingers against the heat of Derek's skin before rubbing lightly. "But we're having a real talk in the morning, you idiot." He scoots in a little closer, just getting comfortable. It's not the first time they've shared a bed, but neither of them was half naked last time, and Stiles definitely wasn't groping at Derek's chest last time.

...whatever. This feels good, and he's here if Derek needs him.

"Get some rest," he grumbles, closing his eyes.