They were both panting hard, bodies slick with sweat and cum, hearts slamming against their ribs in the dim hotel room. Scott still snored softly on his side of the bed, completely oblivious, one arm flung out like he owned the space.

Derek stayed buried inside Stiles for a long moment—cock softening but still twitching—then slowly pulled out. A thick stream of his cum leaked from her swollen pussy, dripping down her inner thighs onto the sheets. Stiles whimpered at the emptiness, thighs trembling.