Once Bitty laughs, Derek pops back up onto four feet, tongue lolling out happily as he looks up at him. Nudity really is no big deal, and it isn’t like Bitty has anything to be embarrassed about anyway.

He huffs out a laugh when Bitty asks him to go get their clothes, covering his crotch with his hands and shivering. Derek nods and walks forward to rub himself against Bitty’s legs, nipping playfully at his hip before he takes off like a shot towards where they left their clothes. It takes some nosing and pawing at things, but he eventually gets their shoes and clothes wrapped up in two bundles, carrying everything in their shirts. He grips them both in his teeth and trots back over to where Bitty is waiting, dropping them onto the ground.

And then he shifts back himself, stretching his arms up over his head and shaking himself a bit, grinning at Bitty. He feels the urge to hug him, but he should probably wait until they’re clothed, for Bitty’s sake. “Well? How was it?”