Good thing it wasn't one of his favorite shirts. Stiles repays the favor by reaching down and drawing claws through the band of Scott's boxers. Oh darn, look at that.

Then he's drawn down and pressed to Scott, rolled onto his back and laid out to look up at him. His legs are tangled up in Scott's and he winds up sliding his hands down to slip those claws over the curve of Scott's ass, lightly so as not to break the skin.