It took Stiles a moment or three to adjust, getting used to the way her hands moved on him. How did she even - no, nevermind. He didn't want to know. He'd just take a minute to enjoy it without worrying about it for once. At least, ballgag and all, this was still a better decision than some of Derek's past girlfriends.

Why was he even thinking about Derek's ugly mug when there was a hot girl with her hand on his...?

Biting his lip, Stiles took a breath and opened his eyes, suddenly realizing that all that stood between him and his birthday suit were a pair of socks, and promptly stepped out of them. Maya, on the other hand, was already there, and he tentatively put his hands on her waist, a little unsure of what to do with himself at the moment. Let her keep going? Or... He eyed the bed, glancing at her when she moved and made her own thoughts clear.

"Yeah, bed," he agreed, nodding emphatically and pushing her back toward it.