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Stiles throws a shoe at his wall. It’s a healthy display of violence really, no damage to anything. His dad will never know. He couldn’t help it after what just happened. Derek expresses a secret love interest for Stiles, to Stiles and then runs away.
Fucking typical of him to run, but the secret interest? Stiles really didn’t see that coming.
He grabs his phone, chest heaving, heart beating too fast. His hands are shaking and thank fuck he has speed dial because he could not properly dial right now.
“Hey Stiles.”
“You need to get over here. Right. Now.”
“What did I do?” Scott chuckles.
“It’s- Derek, just he’s so weird and fucking stupid and confusing and just get over here.”
“Yeah of course, uh I’ll just tell Allison we can hang later then?”
“No, uh, shit.” Stiles paces the room. “Bring her too. Just get over here.”
“OK, we’ll be there in a few minutes.”
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It’s more like ten minutes. And Stiles is practically screaming at this point, well growling and huffing around the house, like he’s a furry creature of the night. Scott’s mom’s car rolls up and he runs to Scott’s door, opening it and ushering him to move faster.
“Come on, get inside.”
“OK, Stiles what’s the hurry?”
“I- Derek freaking Hale is an idiot and I think, I may like him.”
Scott stills and widens his eyes, then smiles. “Finally. OK, Allison?” He turns his head to watch her close the passenger’s door.
“Let’s get inside, it’s kind of cold.” She smiles back and Stiles is dumbfounded.
“Finally?” He gapes.
“Yeah dude, come on.” He grabs his shoulders and pushes Stiles toward the house.
Up the stairs and inside he gets Stiles to the kitchen table, Scott makes himself at home. Because it is his second home, he takes off his jacket and puts it on the back of a chair. Stiles sits down, in a quiet daze, mouth still partially open. Allison takes a seat across from him while Scott grabs them a couple of sodas. Stiles doesn’t see him sit down, or place the soda in front of him.
“Hey, Stiles?” Scott tries to grab his attention and he slowly turns his head.
“What did you mean finally?” He screws up his face at Scott and he laughs. Laughs.
“You’ve always liked him dude. I mean, you didn’t start trusting him until the Kanima stuff, but you always liked him.”
Stiles shakes his head and look over at Allison to see her nodding in agreement at her boyfriend. Everyone knew this? Stiles shakes his head again.
“OK, so I do, but that’s not…”
“It is the point Stiles.” His friend knows him too damn well. He snaps his mouth closed and Scott leans in to grab his shoulder. “If he told you what I think he did, then you can’t just leave it. You have to figure out if you want to actually do something about it. And I know it’s crazy and weird, but the dude needs you, and I know you want to help and that you actually do care about him.”
He sees Allison nod out of the corner of his eye. “I don’t think he’s ever had a good relationship. Anything, healthy where the other person wasn’t trying to use him for something. And if he has, the things that he did with Kate, ruined any previous relationships he had.”
Stiles raises his head and looks at her. “You, knew?”
Scott drops his arm. “What do you mean things he did with Kate?”
Stiles licks his lips. “How do you think Kate and her arsonist friends knew where the Hales would be that night? How to- get to them all?”
Scott furrows his brows. “You don’t mean what I think you mean?” Stiles just nods and Allison purses her lips. “Oh my God. No wonder he hated himself and was such a dick to us.” Scott shakes his head slowly. “I’m so glad we’re not enemies anymore dude, and this just makes me want to see you together even more. You’d be so good for him Stiles.”
“Uh- what I’m his savior, the solution to all his fucking problems?”
“No Stiles, you’d be his partner. He already treats you like an equal.”
“What? Since fucking when?” Stiles glares at Allison.
“She’s right. He’s always asking me your opinions on stuff, I mean I’ve said you should come to pack meetings but he says you probably don’t want to, or that you’d get bored. I try to argue, and he was going to last month actually, you know let you come to a meeting?”
“Why didn’t he ask then?”
Scott shrugs. “I was leaving after it was over and he caught me at the door. Said it wasn’t time yet and we should wait to invite you. I don’t know, but I know he cares about you and I know that he trusts you.”
“Well- why doesn’t he say that?” Stiles voice is sharp.
“He tried, I think. I mean that’s why he was here right?” Allison suggests.
He shakes his head. “Yes, but no. He fucking- he didn’t tell me he trusted me he said he liked me, a LOT and that he wouldn’t pursue it unless I wanted to, and then he ran away when I didn’t say anything.”
“You didn’t say anything?”
“What was I supposed to say Scott?” He practically yells.
“The truth Stiles. I know you don’t want to admit it, but you know and everyone else knows how you feel. Except Derek, because he’s a dumbass and totally oblivious.”
This makes something resembling a chuckle, emerge from Stiles’ throat. “OK, yeah, but still I just don’t want to have to be the one to say everything.”
“You don’t have to, just go over there when no one else is there and tell him how you feel and see what he does.” Allison says.
“I agree. You guys shouldn’t wait anymore, this- maybe your dad wouldn’t love it, but he and Derek have been getting along lately, and you know how he’s been warming up to Allison too. That’s because of us dude. He wanted to talk to me first, but then he realized how smart and skilled you are. He told me, literally said, that you’d be a great addition to the pack.”
“What? When did he-“ Stiles cuts himself off. “OK. Just, I need to think some more, thanks for coming over.” He looks at Allison. “Both of you.”
“Anytime Stiles.” She replies.
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He can’t believe this. It’s been two weeks since Derek told him that he liked him. Two weeks of Stiles convincing himself not to do anything about it, and then last night he just gave in.
He wants Derek, and not just because of his stupid hot face or tantalizing body. He actually likes him, as a person. Sure he’s a dick, and he needs to use his words more. But he’s been getting better at that, plus, he actually trusts Stiles’ opinions now. Last week Stiles went to his first pack meeting. It was awkward as all hell, but only between him and Derek.
The betas didn’t know what happened because Scott is his best friend and didn’t say anything. He was pretty sure that Peter knew, which did freak him out. The guy kept giving him like, knowing smirks and looking him up and down. As if he couldn’t get any creepier.
Now Stiles is standing outside of his jeep, body leaning against the driver’s side door, the Hale house a few feet away. It’s dark, and rainy, and he looks up to see the moon is half full and beautifully clear above his head. He looks back at the Hale house, and he wants to run away.
The pack is gone; thanks to Scott they are all at his house hanging out. Peter even made himself scarce because Scott asked. Now it’s just Derek.
Derek and Stiles.
The weirdest combination of names he’s probably ever heard in his own head. Why is he doing this again? Oh yeah, because he realized he doesn’t just like this idiot, he may actually be falling in love.
He didn’t tell Scott that part because he’s kind of hoping he’s wrong. How can he be in love? He’s so just kidding himself. Plus, Derek, he likes him but that’s it right? It’s not love. But it’s something.
Stiles takes a deep breath and makes for the front door. Lush green grass covered in dew pokes through his jeans as he walks. Tickling his calves, he groans at himself and keeps going. He reaches the door in no time and stands there. Shivering from the cold, shaking with nerves. He pulls one arm from his pocket and raises it to the door, but his fist hesitates.
The door swings open slowly and Derek stands there, a nice green Henley on, dark jeans and no shoes. He looks so soft and inviting. Stiles’ confidence cracks at the sight of him.
“Uh- I shouldn’t have, I should go. “ He turns around and starts back down the stairs.
“Stiles, wait.” Derek’s voice makes him stop. He doesn’t turn around. “Why did you come?”
“I wanted to, kind of punch you for running off when you confessed all that stuff.” He swallows. “And now I understand why you ran off. This is- hard and crazy and ridiculous.”
“What is?”
“I- fucking like you OK. I always have, and I pretended to hate you because that was way easier. Not to mention I had no idea that you liked me.”
Derek is quiet and he can only imagine what his face is doing. He turns around and sees Derek’s eyes are soft, his arms hanging at their sides and his mouth parted. He doesn’t know what his body is thinking, but it moves. Moves toward Derek, like he never has before, slow and without thought. His hand goes for Derek’s shirt, taking a fist full of cotton fabric and pulling him forward.
Their mouths meet and it’s incredible. His body is cold and wet and shaking, and Derek’s is a fire. His lips part and Stiles’ tongue fights into his mouth. Derek moans and Stiles pursues the sound, gripping the back of his neck and tilting his head into the kiss.
Derek grabs around Stiles’ waist and pulls his body closer. Stiles knows he’s being persistent, adventurous and Derek likes it. The way he moans every time Stiles licks at his lips and invades his mouth with his tongue, says it all. He can’t believe this, can’t believe Derek wants him like this. Wants his mouth, his tongue, his hands.
Derek pulls Stiles again and this time he realizes he means to bring him inside. He pulls back from Derek’s inferno of a mouth for a few seconds and Derek breathes on his lips. Heady and gasping.
“Come inside, you’re freezing.”
“You’re making me warm.” Stiles says quietly, their mouths still hovering close enough that his lips brush over Derek’s when he breathes.
“So, let me make you warmer.” He pulls Stiles’ body toward him, over the threshold and into the foyer.
His legs are shaking, his hands numb. “Yeah OK.” Stiles turns away from Derek’s face for a second and chuckles. At himself, at the situation, doesn’t matter.
“Did you just want to talk?” Derek asks silently, and Stiles sees his face is pensive. Eyebrows together, eyes raking over Stiles. He’s nervous.
“Honestly? No. I really just want to kiss you more. But- I think we should talk first.” Derek nods and gestures toward the living room.
He takes a seat near the fireplace and Derek lights it. He’s slow to do everything, careful and Stiles just wants to kiss him. His mouth, his neck, his shoulders. He wants to learn every inch of his body with his mouth and tongue and teeth.
It’s painful.
“What the hell?” Stiles whispers. Derek looks at him with a raised eyebrow. “It’s nothing, just weird feelings.”
“Like what exactly?”
“Uh.” Stiles rubs his hands together and cups them over his mouth, trying to warm them faster with his breath. “Just, like this aching feeling all over. It’s weird. My stomach is like, on fire.”
“You, can feel that?” Derek’s face is complex, not scared but more confused and excited?
“Yeah, why it’s just my body is tired maybe?”
“No, I feel it too.” Derek moves toward Stiles and crouches down in front of him. Stiles’ dick hardens, too many dirty thoughts. “It’s, I wasn’t going to tell you until you were ready but. We’re mates Stiles.”
“What? Werewolves mate? Since when?” Stiles shakes his head. “Is it like, destiny or some shit, because I like to have a choice about stuff and that’s…”
“No, it’s a choice. Always.”
Stiles nods slowly. He’s not himself, his Adderall isn’t working and he’s vibrating with energy. His body aches, not pain or soreness but something else. Like he aches to be with Derek.
“This is crazy. Why does it feel like this?”
“I don’t know. You shouldn’t be able to feel it.”
“What do you mean?” Stiles gapes.
“It’s, not normal for a human to feel it. Peter told me it’s a bond. Not just that we are compatible but, that we are meant to mate. I know I said it’s a choice, and it is.”
“But, it’ll be really hard to ignore because I feel it too.” Stiles nods and watches Derek do the same. His eyes drop from Stiles’ face and he looks at the floor.
Stiles hopes this isn’t a mistake, but his body can’t wait anymore. He rubs his sweaty palms out on his jeans and reaches his left hand forward to grip Derek’s jaw. The alpha turns his head slowly, his eyes meeting Stiles with an emotion he can’t read.
“I don’t want to talk now. I can’t. I just need to…” Derek’s red eyes flash and Stiles feels his body shiver.
Derek moves first, Stiles’ hand still cupping his jaw he reaches up, his giant hand grabbing Stiles’ lithe fingers. He moves forward, his face hovering near Stiles, body at an odd angle. He stares into his eyes, hands gripping each other’s tight.
“What do you want me to do?” He asks.
“Show me your room.” Stiles voice is husky and low. It surprises him, but this fever between them is too much. He feels like he’s bursting apart when Derek isn’t touching him.
Derek sucks in a breath and closes his eyes for a few seconds. He opens them and pulls Stiles up slowly from the couch. Trailing him behind and toward the stairs. They take it slow and steady; Stiles warming up with the heat of Derek’s hand in his.
They head down the upstairs hallway and reach the end. The door is open and Stiles realizes he’s never been in here before. The room is dimly lit, a lamp in the far corner near a nice armchair by a window and another next to the door. The room is large, to far right is a large colonial window peering out into the forest. To his right is a tall old looking bookshelf brimming with books and another one near the other side of the window near the armchair. An antique looking desk sits in the corner across from the shelves.
Everything is colored in dark browns and shades of green and blue, like the rest of the house. A jacket thrown over the back of the desk chair, and a throw blanket on the edge of the bed. Some boots in the corner next to the door and a few picture frames filled with images of the Hale family hang around the room. On the corner of the desk and on the end table next to Derek’s bed.
It’s remarkably warm and Stiles realizes he’s wearing too many layers. He kicks off his sneakers, leaving them to the right of the door next to Derek’s boots.
“Are you still cold?” Stiles realizes they are still holding hands and untangles his fingers from Derek’s.
“No, actually it’s a little too warm.” Derek watches him take off his jacket, then his sweater until he’s down to just his stark white t-shirt.
It’s wet around the collar and his skin still has a chill to it and he’s kicking himself mentally for staying outside so long. Derek leans forward and suddenly Stiles is still because Derek’s hand is squeezing his collarbone.
“Still cold up here.”
“Yep.” Stiles glances at Derek’s face and heads for the center of the room, Derek’s warmth leaving his body. “Uh, so really nice room.”
“Thank you.” Derek is a few feet behind him and Stiles can’t look. “Stiles? Why did you want to come up here?”
“I have no idea.” Derek is quiet. “OK, obviously I want to do things, and I know that we haven’t talked a lot. I probably shouldn’t be here. I mean why would you want to- with me? That’s crazy.”
“Sex.”
Stiles spins around. “What?”
“That’s what you mean right?” His face is totally passive and Stiles wants to yell at him. He can’t read his stupid gorgeous face.
“Well, yeah but- we can’t do that right?”
“Are you asking, or telling?”
“Ugh!” Stiles rubs his head, his fingers tingling from the action. “This is stupid.”
“I want to.” Stiles turns back toward him, watching as Derek’s body leans toward the space in between them.
“You what?”
“I want, you. But I can wait, I can do things right.”
“You mean, like date first?”
Derek’s head nods up and down slowly. “If that’s what you want. That’s what I’ll do.”
Stiles breathes heavily, his eyes blinking too much. “I want to fuck you.” Derek’s eyes widen and he stills. His neck muscles flexing in shock. “Yep, I said it. I’ve always wanted to, but now I actually like you and trust you and want you. So yeah. I mean, we should date too, but mostly we should just seriously have sex. Like right now.”
Derek smiles, fucking bunny teeth and a chin dimple and Stiles can’t breathe. He closes the distance between them and takes Stiles into his arms. His hand cupping Stiles’ jaw, he pulls him into a close stare. His lips grazing Stiles’ he breathes his air for a few seconds. Stiles trails his hand up Derek’s arm and toward the collar of his shirt.
“How do you want to start?” He asks.
Stiles breathes. A slow smile rising on his face; an alpha giving him all the power. Asking him to take the lead. “Slow, and you need to show me stuff because I am seriously not experienced.”
“You’re a virgin?”
Stiles shakes his head. “No, but with a guy I’ve never- I’ve done some sucking before. That’s about it. But not a virgin. I only had sex once with one girl, a few months ago.”
“Who?”
“This girl I’ve known forever, uh Heather. But she didn’t want to do that again. So I am very nervous because I am pretty sure I’m terrible at all this.” He gestures between them.
Derek laughs and Stiles is pretty sure it’s the greatest sound he’s ever heard. “You’re amazing at everything you’ve done so far. We can do anything you want. Or don’t want to do.”
“You are so going to regret saying that.” Stiles smirks.
He pulls Derek backwards, toward the bed and sits down. Derek stands in front of him, peering down with blown out pupils. Stiles reaches forward slowly, his hand moving to grip Derek’s hips. Derek strokes his neck and dips his hand under the back of Stiles’ collar to splay his palm over his back.
Stiles makes a sound and Derek leans down to nudge his head with his forehead. It’s a strangely cute gesture and Stiles leans his head back, the alpha dips down and kisses his gaping mouth. Pushing into his soft lips with fervor, his tongue teases his lower lip, and Stiles groans.
He reaches up over Derek’s arching back and pulls at his shirt. Derek leans back and Stiles watches him tug the shirt off. He can’t stop staring at his taut muscles, broad shoulders and thick arms. His mouth waters and he swallows hard. He sees Derek’s eyes watching the bob of his Adam’s apple.
He stands up and looks down. Gripping the edges if his own shirt and biting his lip. He tugs upward, his shirt coming off slowly, skin suddenly cold. He meets Derek’s eyes again after tossing his shirt next to Derek’s on the floor. The alphas eyes rake over his lean body with something hungry in his eyes. He reaches his hands forward and they land on Stiles’ hips. He tugs Stiles’ pelvis towards his own and stares. Just stares at Stiles body.
He laughs and Derek is pulled out of his stupor. “Surprised I’ve got some muscles or what?”
“No. I knew you did. I just never pictured this.” He swallows. “Never thought I would be with you.”
Stiles breath hitches, he lurches forward and takes Derek’s lips onto his. Hungry and deep. His tongue slides over Derek’s lower lip, he flicks it at his upper lip and Derek opens his mouth. Stiles doesn’t waste any time, covering Derek’s tongue with his own. He feels Derek’s body push into his, chest to chest, pelvis grinding into his.
He pants as he pulls away from Derek’s mouth. He reaches down, pulling on his belt and tugging him towards the bed again. Stiles turns away and crawls onto the bed hastily, flipping onto his back to watch Derek follow him. He lowers his head, eyes staring into Stiles’, he crawls onto the bed’s edge, arms moving slowly toward Stiles. He leans on top of him, Stiles’ propped up on his elbows and Derek’s arms behind them, mouth inches from his.
He inhales sharply and Derek grins before dropping his head the last few inches. He tilts his head, deepening their kiss. Mouths mashes together, lips slick and rough. Stiles can’t get enough of his mouth, he loves the taste. He slips his tongue past Derek’s lips again and licks into his mouth desperately. Derek growls and pushes Stiles down. He’s flat on his back, Derek’s body still hovering above him, legs entangled and his hands are needy around Derek’s waist.
Derek’s eyes rake over Stiles’ chest and he dips his head down near his neck. His lips are slow, soft around his throat, and Stiles lets his head fall against the soft blanket under him. His neck exposed, at the wolf’s mercy, and Derek teases him ruthlessly. Nipping and kissing along his jaw, down his throat and into the middle hollow between his clavicles.
Stiles can’t help the moan escape his throat. Derek’s nipping gets rougher, his kisses turn into sucking and licking and Stiles gets louder. Derek rolls his hips, dropping his body down, pelvis grinding into Stiles’.
“Fuck.” Stiles lets out a hard sigh.
Derek trails his tongue up the side of Stiles’ throat and up his jaw. His hot breath tickling his ear, he shakes head and grabs Derek’s jaw, pulling those plump dangerous lips back on his. He rolls his tongue over Derek’s lips, massaging his with his tongue, kissing at the corners and eliciting all kinds of sexy noises from the alpha.
Derek pushes his tongue past Stiles’ lips and pushes down hard. His head tilting into the kiss, fucking Stiles with his mouth. Stiles pulls Derek’s body toward him, hands exploring his muscular back. Feeling the tense and expanse of his muscles under his fingers, he groans into the intensity of his kiss.
Derek dips back down, sucking Stiles’ neck into his mouth, nipping at the thin flesh around his Adam’s apple. Stiles pants, digging his dull nails into Derek’s back.
“Pants, off like now.” Derek pulls back just enough to get his belt off, and Stiles does the same with his own.
The alpha kicks off his jeans quickly and ducks back down, Stiles looks up in time to catch Derek’s lips on his own again. Derek lays his body on top of Stiles’, his hands moving to caress the side of Stiles neck, moving up to his jaw and back and forth as he learns every nook and cranny of Stiles’ mouth.
Stiles ghosts his hands over Derek’s hips and up to the dimples in his lower back. Stiles sucks Derek’s bottom lip into his mouth and the alpha growls. He takes more time with Stiles’ neck and he cocks his hips, pushing into Derek’s pelvis.
“I need you in my mouth.” Stiles breathes as Derek’s sucking a hickey into his neck.
Derek moves up to his lips again and they push hard, needy into each other’s mouths. “I mean your dick.”
Derek pulls away enough to look into Stiles’ eyes. “My- you’re serious?”
“Uh yeah.” Stiles shakes his head like it’s obvious. Because it is.
“I, OK.” Derek pulls back and Stiles sits up.
He grabs the wolf’s shoulders and pushes him toward the bed, he lets him get him onto his back. Stiles pushes up and sits on his knees. Staring at the black boxers cradling Derek’s hips, he sees the swell of his cock, pushing against the thin fabric.
Stiles touches his hips and Derek’s body twitches, the alpha’s got his elbows under him holding him up enough to watch Stiles. Stiles grabs at the waistband, tugging down and down and slower until he sees Derek’s long dick in front of him. He’s well-endowed and thick but nowhere near as monstrous looking as Stiles had imagined. He’s glad, and way to excited to get that in his mouth, but he wants this to last.
He tosses Derek’s boxers off the bed and pulls away. “Where?” Derek starts to ask, but Stiles’ starts pulling off his own clothes and Derek stills.
He gets off the bed enough to drop his own pants and kick them onto their pile of discarded clothes. He meets Derek’s eyes and hold his gaze while he pulls off his own boxers. He crawls back onto the bed and moves forward, up toward Derek’s mouth. His body shaking with nerves and excitement, their dicks graze each other as he searches for Derek’s mouth. He wets his lips and breathes the alphas air before tugging his bottom lip into his mouth again. Tasting his tongue, his mouth tracing its way around his jaw then toward his neck.
Derek grabs the back of Stiles neck suddenly and he stills. “What’s up?” Stiles gets nervous again. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No, I just. The throat is kind of sensitive for me.”
Stiles’ eyebrows furrow. “Oh, you mean as a wolf?”
“It’s a domination, if I let you then I submit to you.”
Stiles tilts his head. “That means when I put my head back before, I submitted to you?” Derek nods. “Well then, I need to get some of my pride back don’t I?”
It’s Derek’s turn to furrow his brows. Stiles dips down and bites Derek’s throat. He growls loudly and Stiles licks the spot over with his tongue.
“All better?”
“You…”
He flips Stiles onto his back suddenly and fucks his mouth with his tongue. Teeth clicking on his, he’s ruthless, biting and sucking on Stiles lips. The heat disperses as Derek drags away from his mouth and moves down, sinking toward Stiles dick.
He takes one hand and grips the base of Stiles’ cock, his eyes meet Stiles’ and he inhales. Derek’s tongue flicks out, teasing his head and Stiles moans at him. He licks up his shaft and teases his head again, slicking Stiles’ cock before taking him into his mouth. He wants to yell but bites his lip and tosses back his head, elbows shaking wanting to drop him onto his back. But he stays up, propped because he can’t stop watching Derek’s cheeks hollowing around his dick.
Derek’s mouth engulfs his dick, deep throating Stiles easily, mercilessly. He sucks and Stiles can’t hold back the moan this time as Derek licks around his head, his hand now moving up and down until he develops a steady rhythm.
He pulls his mouth away and Stiles sees his lips reddened and wet with saliva. He keeps jerking his hand up and down, pushing in to suck Stiles head, and take him into his mouth again. He swallows around his cock and Stiles wants to scream, his breath hitches and he reaches forward.
Gripping the sheets with one hand and running his other hand through Derek’s dark hair. It’s so soft and Derek’s mouth is so warm. Stiles feels like he’s on fire, Derek is killing him and he doesn’t want him it to ever stop.
Derek keeps sucking, and Stiles closes his eyes; fingers gripping Derek’s hair, moving with his bobbing head. He’s constant and sloppy; his tongue licking over his head and mouth sucking down and up. His hand faster now, Stiles moans and Derek doesn’t stop.
“I’m gonna…”
Derek pulls his mouth away and keeps jerking up and down; Stiles can barely breath, panting and pushing up. Rocking his hips into the rhythm. A bolt shoots up his cock and he explodes, cum spraying all over his stomach and Derek’s.
He breathes out, shaky; his head spinning. He drops his head back and falls onto his back completely. Derek moves up and lays down next to him.
“Do you, have condoms and lube?” Stiles huffs.
“You- you want more?” Derek looks at him and Stiles turns his head.
“I want you.” Derek leans over him and kisses his lips, soft at first, then deep and slow. He pulls away and Stiles stares into his eyes.
His eyes are still hesitant and Stiles stares into them with determination. “I’m sure.”
Derek nods and moves away, turning toward the table next to his bed. He pulls out a small jar and a few condoms. Stiles grabs Derek’s jaw and pulls him into a deep kiss, the alpha moans, sinking back onto the bed. Stiles grabs the jar from him and sets it down next to him before slowly moving Derek getting him onto his back, mouths never leaving the heat of each other’s lips.
He sinks down and takes Derek’s cock into his mouth, slow and sucking. Derek’s breathes are heavy, his eyes slowly closing as Stiles sucks harder. Derek digs his nails into Stiles’ shoulders, rocking back and forth with his sucking rhythm. Slowing down only to let out a quiet moan. His fingers are needy, gripping Stiles skin like he can’t breathe without touching him. Stiles sucks down hard and pulls off Derek’s head, licking up his shaft, down and deep he ducks under and sucks on his balls. Derek cries out, half human half animal, Stiles licks back up to his head and Derek shudders, letting out a heavy sigh. Stiles takes the jar of lube with one hand, and sucks down Derek’s cock again before moving away from him, lips swollen, slick with the taste of the wolf.
Derek watches him unscrew the lid of the jar and soak his fingers in lube. He watches Derek’s eyes turn red and smirks. He goes down on him again, this time teasing his balls then his hole with his tongue. He sucks on his foreskin before working his fingers into Derek.
Derek growls again, this time pushing down and into the touch. Stiles hand moves slow, fingers taking their time up him, his tongue raking up Derek’s cock and teasing his hole until the alpha moans and grabs the back of his neck.
“You’re killing me, Stiles.” He bites his lip in response and Derek grips his shoulders again. Stiles yelps and Derek pulls away.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean.” He looks at his own hands, his red eyes aren’t the only wolf part of him to react to Stiles. “My claws- did I hurt you?”
Stiles pulls back a little, fingers still in Derek’s ass. He starts working into him again, slow, but rough.
“Stiles?”
“Shut up.” Stiles swallows hard, mouth open, breathing hard. “You did hurt me, but- I liked it.”
Derek’s eyes flash, glowing dangerously. “Do that again.”
Stiles pushes his fingers in further and Derek grunts; Stiles starts working him harder, dipping down to suck on his head. He pushes into the touch and Stiles moves up, fingers deep rotating slow and then back and forth. He kisses Derek’s hip and then bites him hard. Derek inhales sharply and then moans into a relaxed position. Stiles kisses up his lower abs and Derek cups his jaw.
“I need to be inside you.” Stiles meets his eyes and sees only red. His expression is soft, but his eyes are dark with intent.
“Oh yeah, yes.” He pulls his fingers out slowly, and bites his lip.
Derek swaps places with him easily, moving Stiles up further onto the bed and going straight for his dick. He takes him into his mouth hard and deep, sucking and licking furiously. Stiles can barely moan he’s so breathless. The alpha lubes his fingers and ducks under Stiles dick, pulling his legs up, Stiles lifts his ass and arches his spine.
Derek licks into his ass, fucking him with his mouth; it’s almost too much, the pressure, his sharp tongue. He feels something run down his thigh, and moves his head to see blood running toward the bed. Derek’s claws nicked his skin again and he pants, digging his nails into Derek’s shoulders as hard as he can.
Derek picks up his pace, pulling away only to work his thick fingers into Stiles. He groans and Derek moves up enough to take Stiles’ cock into his mouth again and again, working him slow and steady. Stiles’ flushes, his face is on fire, his skin uncomfortable. He can’t stop arching his back into Derek’s fingers, pushing his shoulders down so he swallows Stiles’ dick whole.
He moans and stares at Derek’s face, watching his mouth swallow him again and again. Cheeks hollowing, sucking, lips slick when he pulls away. His ears are pointy?
“Derek, fuck.” He pulls away enough for Stiles to see he’s half shifted. Eyes blown wide like an animal, ears sharp, claws out. “So hot.”
Stiles whispers and drops his head back as Derek swirls his fingers inside him. Another moan escapes him and Derek pulls his fingers out.
“What?” He moves up to reach his lips and Stiles’ breath hitches. Feeling Derek’s dick near his ass. “Oh.”
“If you don’t want to, we don’t have to.”
“You’re hilarious. I couldn’t stop now, no way. I just- I kind of feel things and I don’t want this to be weird but.”
“I feel it too. I know it must be weird for you.”
“You can feel what I feel?” Stiles shakes his head and licks his lips again. “Make me feel more stuff. You know, like your dick in my ass.”
Derek makes a choked noise, then smirks haughtily. Stiles can admit he’s a little scared by that expression. Especially since Derek’s fangs are showing.
He dips down a little and adjusts his cock, or at least that’s what Stiles assumes since at this angle he can only see part of Derek’s ass and his own legs which are bent at the knee and possibly shaking. Just a little.
He smells sweat and tastes Derek on his tongue. He can’t believe what’s happening, that he’s with him and he feels it now, what Derek feels. It’s not just passion or sex, this is something else. He feels warmth, when Derek looks at him he feels heady, flames licking his skin. His neck heats up, his dick hardens and his stomach fills with butterflies.
The butterflies are what changes him; they are the reason he came here, why he wanted to do this.
He knows he cares about Derek, if he died, he doesn’t think life would ever be right again. Time and time again they risk their lives for each other, fight together, and trust each other to do it over again. This isn’t just alliance, they aren’t friends, they are bound. With the way Derek leans back and Stiles watches his dick disappear inside him, feels the pressure of his slick cock.
He’s pretty sure they’re hell bound.
He digs in deep and Stiles moans loudly, embarrassing normally but right now nothing matters. Nothing but Derek’s lips near his mouth, breathing his air. His dick swollen and hard in his ass, moving back and forth. Back arching, hips bumping, Derek grinds down slow and Stiles lurches forward, clenching Derek’s arm in his hands.
They move in time, back and forth. Careful and slow, he knows how to handle Stiles and the more they go they more he realizes how much he cares. It shows in his patient eyes, his panting and slow deliberate movements.
Fire begins to pool in Stiles stomach and he realizes the pressure is rising. “Harder. I don’t care if I can’t walk tomorrow.” Stiles breathes.
Derek growls lowly in his ear, hot breath hitting his face. Derek’s face is tucked in the crook of Stiles’ neck. The wolf pushes in harder, speeding up his motions and Stiles moans. His skin ripples, breath coming in fast, shallow; he arches his back and Derek rolls his hips.
“Derek, don’t stop.”
Stiles moans loudly again, a pained sound in the back of his throat he cries out, lightning pulsing through him. Waves of fire rolling over his body and he comes, spraying down Derek’s stomach and his own again. Thick and sticky, Derek keeps going and a few seconds later he pulls out and comes over Stiles’ hips. Staring into Stiles’ eyes as he comes, a choked sound emerging from his throat, and then a low moan.
Stiles ass is unbearably warm and Derek croons as he falls onto Stiles’ chest. He wraps his arms around his waist, his claws, previously ripping the sheets now rest softly at Stiles’ hips. Stiles catches his breath slowly, heart pounding and body limp. His head is dizzy, mind in ruins.
Derek moves over to Stiles side, pulling his body closer to him. Derek cuddles his side, one hand cradling Stiles’ neck and the other wrapped possessively around his waist. Stiles lays flat on his back, wrecked with pleasure and deeply exhausted. He tastes something bitter in his mouth and realizes he bit his own lip hard enough to draw blood.
“I am just gonna lay here and bleed on your bed. It’s only fair.”
“That’s true.”
“Speaking of which, you came to me because we’re supposed to be mates or whatever. Which is fine, but I am not doing the destiny thing I hope you know.”
“I told you it is a choice Stiles. One both of us need to make.”
“Good. Anyway, uh- you healed really fast even though it was just me cuddling with you. Is that a mate thing?” He turns his head towards Derek and sees his eyes are closed.
A calm expression on his face, he opens his eyes and they are human colored. His eyes are like a fucking nebula, shifting color and causing ridiculous things to happen to Stiles’ heart. Palpitations are really annoying, especially since his adrenaline has already totally leaked out from the sex.
“Yes.”
“What else is a mate thing that we could do?”
Derek’s eyebrows furrow and relax and furrow. “I- you want to do mate things? Stiles it’s not just something, it’s really serious. We made love, and now you want to mate, and you should think about this before doing anything crazy.”
“Wow, you just spoke like many coherent full sentences just now. I think that’s the first time I’ve heard you do that. Ever.” He smirks.
“Shut. Up.”
“Make. Me.”
He lurches forward and kisses Stiles hard, pulling away only to nip at Stiles’ lower lip.
“Mmmm, yep I am so getting used to this. And I have thought about it, a lot. Too much and that’s why it took me forever to come talk to you. I- don’t want to say the ‘L’ word, but I do really fucking care about you Derek. And it’s actually scary how much, so if you’re thinking that I just had sex with you because you’re hot, you’re so wrong.”
“You want to mate with me then?”
“Date you, mate you, whatever.” Stiles rolls his eyes. Before staring into Derek’s. “Yes.”
Derek’s face is super complex again. He would say blank, but that’s wrong. He’s thinking obviously, but what about?
“You have to say stuff, or I will not understand dude.”
“Don’t call me dude.”
“Derek, OK, Derek? You have to say something.” His fingers start shaking, his heart full of tension.
After several minutes of unbearable silence, Derek says. “You’ll have to join the pack.”
“Uh, yeah OK. Like, officially? Because I thought I was kind of pack already.”
“With me and Scott yes, but you will need to bond more with the others.”
“OK, but you didn’t…”
“I know. And yes. I want to be yours, if you’ll take me.” Stiles chuckles and Derek looks annoyed.
“That was super cheesy man, but- yes I do want you. And your ass, like a lot. A LOT.” He groans.
“Good. Because you’re mine.” He pushes forward and kisses Stiles’ throat.
“Can we go again?”
Derek laughs quietly and Stiles is sure now. That is the best sound he’s ever heard.