The more erratic she got, the more it fed into Stiles’ own hyperactive, spasmodic movements. He was the furthest thing from graceful, and it showed, but it was hard to care about that when she had him so keyed up. All of his attention was on her and how it felt, and the closer she got, the faster they moved, the harder it was to keep going. He didn’t want it to stop just yet, though Stiles could feel the pressure building to a tipping point already. If they kept on like this, he wouldn’t be able to last much longer.

Guess there actually was a downside to dating a supernatural sex bird lady.