Sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Presidential suite, already high in the sky. It was well past noon when Derek stirred first, Stiles still draped over him like a warm, naked blanket. His cock had slipped out sometime during the night, but her pussy was still sticky and swollen against his thigh, dried cum flaking on both their skin.

He groaned softly, stretching. “Fuck… what time is it?”