**Because Id Impulses wasn't enough, here's another collection of DJ-inspired oneshots!**
Stiles smirked to himself as he looked at the glint of dog-like eyes reflecting from his computer monitor. Taking a quick assessment of his outfit, he was glad that he hadn't bothered to change his underwear. He was wearing a black jockstrap that his boyfriend had yet to see, and his lacrosse hoodie. Stiles saw the shiny eyes flicker down to the chair he was sitting on, knowing that the man behind him was just noticing the black straps he was wearing. His smirk widened into a smile as he unzipped his hoodie, casually removing his t-shirt underneath and pulling it out of the armhole.
He watched as the figure behind him slid off of the windowsill, totally silent but unknowingly visible to his prey. He adjusted himself, and Stiles noticed that there was a lump in his pants, pushing against his zipper. The man silently drew nearer and nearer to Stiles, closing the distance between them.
"You know, if your pants are getting in the way, you can just take them off," Stiles said coolly.
Derek froze. Spinning away from his keyboard, Stiles looked at the man with a smug grin, fighting the urge to laugh. Derek's face clearly indicated that he'd never been caught before; at least, by a human. Putting his hands behind his head and leaning back, Stiles grinned. He spread his legs invitingly, giving the man a better view of the area where his eyes were glued. The boy's cock was hard, the head and first few inches poking out of the leg hole of his underwear. With his supernaturally enhanced vision and smelling, he could practically taste the little drip of precum rolling from the tip of Stiles' cock.
"H-How did you know I was here?" Derek asked, reluctantly ripping his eyes from the cock pointing down the boy's thigh.
"Your reflection," Stiles said, adjusting himself playfully so that his cock was sticking out more. "On the monitor?"
"Damn," Derek said, smiling with chagrin. "I'll have to remember that next time."
"Next time?" Stiles asked, standing and smiling salaciously. "Next time you sneak into my house?"
"Of course," Derek said, regaining his composure with a charming smile.
He lost this composure once again when Stiles quickly closed the space between their bodies, quickly reaching into the man's pants and grabbing his hard on. With a smile, he led the man by his organ over to his bed. "Looks like I caught the wolf this time," Stiles commented.
Removing his hands, the smaller boy pushed the stunned man down onto the bed. Derek was still somewhat shocked and aroused by Stiles' new take-charge attitude. He decided to settle back and watch his boy work. Stiles started by unbuttoning and unzipping the man's jeans with his teeth, expertly working the fly open. He then went on to pull off the jeans with both hands, ripping them off in a flash of movement. Derek was surprised at how fast lust had made his human lover move with near-werewolf speed.
Both men were still for a moment. Derek had completely forgotten which underwear he'd chosen to put on that day. Stiles was giving them a confused appraisal. They were clearly much too small for Derek, squeezing his hips and thighs. They were briefs; blue with red piping and a Superman logo on the crotch. The logo was barely recognizable due to the hard cock pressing against it so strenuously that the material looked like it was going to rip. There was a wet spot just above the S, and Stiles could make out the top of the man's ass, since the waist rose low on his hips. So low, in fact that they exposed half of his ass and a good part of his untrimmed pubes.
"Are...those mine?" Stiles asked, his face contorted in disbelief and confusion. "What the fuck?"
Getting close to the man, Stiles leaned over to look him in the face. "Wait a minute... I wore those yesterday," Stiles said, his breath warm on the man's rapidly reddening face. "Did you take those from my laundry?"
Derek turned his face away from the boy's, his blush turning to a deeper shade of red. Stiles lifted the man's shirt to his chest, squeezing a nipple between his fingers. "If you don't tell me, I'll have to torture an answer out of you," Stiles said with an excitingly forceful tone.
Derek looked back up at the boy, his eyes wide for a moment before settling into a sexy smirk. "I'll never tell," he said with an excited smile, his eyes mischievous with a playful glint in them.
Taking Derek's shirt off, Stiles pinched his nipple harder. He then moved his other hand onto the big, pale pectoral, pinching his other exposed nipple. He continued to squeeze harder until Derek let out a little whimper. Taking his fingers off, Stiles backed off, ducking down below the bed. Derek continued to lay, looking down his hard body to see Stiles' exposed ass bobbing just into sight.
Stiles straightened up, looking down at his captive. He looked very different from the usual Derek that Stiles was used to seeing. He was laying on his back, his hard, pale body totally naked except for a tight pair of nerdy briefs barely managing to cover up his big erection. His back was arched slightly from the tight garment, and his arms and legs were splayed where they'd landed when he was pushed, putting him in a very vulnerable-looking position. This was the perfect opportunity for Stiles to introduce his new toy. With a smile, he held up two pairs of handcuffs he'd stolen from his dad, a smile playing at his lips as he raised his eyebrows.
"Let's get serious about this," he said, opening the cuffs. He quickly handcuffed the man to the bed, though not how Derek was expecting. One of his wrists was chained to the post at the head of the bed, but his other was chained to the post at the foot of the bed, forcing him to sit on the floor with his hands splayed high to either side. His armpit hair was exposed as his biceps were forced to flex, hard pecs bulging up and down as he breathed. Sitting in a reclined position, his legs were open and his underwear-covered hard on pressing against his hard abs.
Stiles stood, leering over the man for a moment in order to revel in his catch. Derek looked up at him, submissive and at the boy's mercy. Stiles smiled down at the doe-eyed face looking up at him, pacing back and forth. He stopped for a moment to fondle the man's cock with his foot, nudging the balls with his toes. Derek fought the urge to moan as his aching cock was touched.
Denying Derek pleasure, Stiles removed his foot in order to walk over to his dresser. Reaching into his sock drawer, he pulled out a bottled, opening it and squirting something onto his fingers before walking back over to his captive wolf. With his free hand, he worked his fingers into the tight waistband, pulling on one side and then the other in order to pull the tiny briefs from the man's wide hips. Once he successfully pulled the underwear past the man's knees, he began spreading the lubricant on his fingers. He crouched down so that he was eye to eye with the man, staring him in the face as he squatted between his legs. His body forced the man's legs further apart.
"Ready to tell me yet?" Stiles asked with a grin.
"Never," Derek replied, defiance in his eyes.
As soon as the word escaped his mouth, Stiles jammed a lubed finger into the man's exposed hole. The back of his hand brushed against Derek's low-hangers as he continued to push his finger inside of the man. Derek flinched, his face scrunching up at the impact as he curled his toes and let out a little sound of exasperation. Stiles continued working his finger in, avoiding the prostate as he dug deeper.
"How about now?" Stiles asked, wiggling his finger inside of the hole for effect.
"Nope," Derek said, his voice sounding bedraggled after the assault on his anus.
Stiles easily worked a second finger into the tight hole, making the man clench his sphincter as his body was invaded. The boy was still avoiding Derek's prostate, saving the pleasure.
"Feel like telling me if you've been stealing my laundry now?" Stiles asked, lightly drawing one finger from his free hand up the underside of the man's thick cock.
"You'll have to do better than-" Derek managed to say, cut off by a third finger being shoved into his asshole.
Now that Stiles had three fingers inside of the man, he launched an attack on his prostate, rubbing it with his three fingers as he worked them into and out of his ass. Derek's knees drew up and his muscles clenched as he moaned, feeling a sensation from within himself that sent shivers up his spine, through his shoulders, and into the back of his head. Stiles let out a satisfied chuckle as he felt the man shake beneath his touch. His hips began bucking up and down to meet the boy's fingers, moving and grinding instinctively with the pleasure. Derek began making uncontrolled faces of pleasure as Stiles continued to stimulate his prostate.
Suddenly, Stiles ripped his fingers from the man's hole, leaving him empty in the middle of his ecstasy. Derek's eyes flew open as his face righted itself, a puppy-like whimper involuntarily escaping his throat at the unexpected emptiness. He gained control of his body again, lowering his legs and relaxing his tensed shoulders.
Making up for the denied pleasure, Stiles put his hands on the man's considerable member. Using both hands, he jerked Derek's thick seven inch cock, making the man squirm beneath his touch once more. He pressed against the head of his cock with his index finger as he slid up and down the cut meat. Releasing one hand, Stiles started playing with his balls. He could tell, however, that Derek was getting less pleasure from the one handed jack off. An idea struck him then, and he removed both hands to run to his closet.
When he returned, he had a fleshjack in his hands, popping the top open to reveal a synthetic asshole. Derek looked at the item dubiously for a moment, unsure of how good it could really feel. Before he could protest, Stiles was already applying the lube. Returning one hand to the man's low-hanging ballsack, Stiles slowly set the toy at the tip of Derek's cock, his precum mixing with the lube. Both watched with interest as Stiles lowered the fleshjack over the eight inches. It slowly swallowed up the entire cock, pushing down until his thick pubic hair touched it.
Derek was surprised to feel that it was quite realistic; it actually felt like he was having sex. Stiles smiled as he saw acceptance spread across Derek's face, starting a rhythm to jack the man's long dick. The look on his face turned to pleasure as Stiles started to pick up the pace, jerking him off faster and faster. As he did so, he moved his hands down, past the man's nuts, along his skin, slowly snaking one finger between his tight, muscular cheeks, and back into his hole. When he found the prostate, the chained-up man began to moan, pleasurable sensations coming from both sides of his pelvis.
Just as Derek began whimpering and whining with need, reaching the edge, Stiles ripped off the fleshjack, quickly replacing it with his mouth. At the moment that Stiles' lips touched the man's cock, cum erupted from the tip of his dick, filling the boy's mouth. Stiles continued to work up and down as he pushed the jizz from the man's prostate with his finger. His cum went straight into the boy's stomach, since he'd impaled his face right onto the man's dick, deep-throating the eight inches. He was so thick that Stiles had to open his jaw as far as he possibly could. Meanwhile, Derek began screaming with need, obscenities flowing from his lips as he clambered against his restraints, his pleasure totally out of his own control.
"God fucking dammit Stiles, eat my fucking cock, please, fuck yes, you feel so good inside my asshole, god dammit, fucking...fucking...fuck..." Derek screamed, slowing down until the fervor of the moment subsided. Stiles kept his lips around the dick long after the man was done, ensuring that he caught every drop of cum.
Suddenly, Sheriff Stilinski burst into the room, gun drawn. He took in the sight for a moment, silent and confused. His son, clad only in a jockstrap, had his mouth around Derek's enormously thick cock, one finger inside of the man's butthole while he sat on the floor, chained to the bed posts. Stiles quickly withdrew, covering himself with his lacrosse hoodie and leaving Derek no way to cover up. His deflating erection flopped unceremoniously onto his abs, rolling obscenely onto his thigh as the sheriff watched it decline in size. Derek hung his head, unable to do much more at the moment. "I...heard screaming..." the Sheriff said, still pointing his gun, confused.
He dropped his weapon, realization of the situation dawning on him as the rest of his senses caught up with his sight. Suddenly, he found himself wishing that his other senses had worked faster earlier, alerting him with the sounds and smells of sex before he walked into the door. Now he'd made an ass of himself. Stiles stared at his father's red face, his own developing a blush as he took in the strange combination of the smell of cum, sweat, and pheromones and the sight of his dad and naked boyfriend. "We were...er..." Stiles was unsure how to finish, wishing his dad would leave already.
Both Stiles and Derek were surprised when the Sheriff started laughing, nervously scratching his head. It seemed like several puzzle pieces clicked into place just then, and he was laughing at how obvious it had been. "I should have realized this was going on," he said, looking at the pair. "I mean, when I saw Derek sneak into your window and run back out with a pair of your underwear, it should've been pretty obvious."