All Yours, Babe

""Could you please control your puppies, hon?" He asks breathlessly as Derek scratches his nails down Stiles' denim clad thighs. Fuck, he's gonna blow right here in the parking lot, in his jeans, in front of half the student body and several teachers and he can't find it in him to care one bit." Based on fanart by slashpalooza (link inside).