He wasn't going to think about what Derek would have said if this went wrong. Thinking about it now meant his dick drawing up into his body, he was pretty damn sure of that.

Instead he focused on Stiles, on that smile even as he kept listening for the other car to move.

"Good. When we're not doing this. With less me assaulting you with kisses in a bar," he teased, glancing at the windshield.

"They're moving," he said, sounding as regretful as he felt, wanting more of them in the backseat and without clothing.