"Can't say that I disagree," Derek drawls out, gaze heated as he looks Stiles up and down. He leans back, hands planted in the dirt, muscles in his arms and chest rippling. "So, we're gonna bang, huh?"

He'd be lying if he said he wasn't extremely happy about being the first one to ever get his hands on Stiles, and it'd be so easy to lean over and kiss him, but the moment isn't right, and Derek isn't quite ready, and there's something fun about ramping up the anticipation.