The next morning, soft light filled the bedroom. Both of them were still half-dressed in the remnants of last night’s roleplay — Derek’s prison guard uniform shirt open and wrinkled, Stiles’s tiny orange outfit torn and stained with dried cum. Their bodies were sticky with sweat and multiple loads.

Stiles stirred first, smiling sleepily. She leaned over and kissed him deeply, tongue sliding against his, tasting the remnants of their filthy night.