Oh, he was so perfect.
The perfect score.
So innocent, so pure.
It was fun.
Fun to teach him.
Fun to defile him.
The feel of him when pushing in. The screams and whimpers.
How he begged and pleaded. How he cried. It was delicious.
The slight salty tang when nipping at his skin. The taste of blood when the skin broke.
His moans when that sweet spot in him was hit. His gasps and groans as the thrusting got faster and slower in tempo.
His face pushed into the floor, his glorious rear on display. His pale skin flushed a beautiful scarlet. His hands held behind his back, fingers twitching sporadically as if trying to grab something. His legs spread wide, showing everything in a lewd display. His cock flushed a painful red, bobbing heavily with each thrust.
Pulling on his light brown hair to force him up into a kneeling position. His back arched beautifully, his pained groan resonating off the walls.
His body now leaning back, his head resting back as well. Exposing his throat, large red bruises bitten and sucked into his neck. A strangled groan forced its way out as another bruise was created. His breath came in harsh pants, spurring the thrusting to go faster.
That sweet spot inside him battered too much for his frail body to handle. His release came with a breathy and broken scream.
His body went limp as the thrusting sped faster and faster. His oversensitive body twitching as he whimpered breathlessly, his voice too wrecked to make a sound any louder.
His eyelids fluttered like a hummingbirds' wings, body sagging uselessly against the body behind him. The thrusting stopped with a sharp jerk as a hot and heavy liquid filled his pliant body.
We both collapsed sideways on the cold wood floor.
"Hey, you alright? Did I hurt you too badly?" I asked, a worried tone coating my voice.
He released a breathy no. I turned his body around to face mine, looking into his honey eyes. He smiled at me, making my breath stop.
He gave me a chaste kiss and whispered "I love you Derek".
His eyelids fluttered closed and breath evening out as he fell asleep.
I whispered back "I love you too Stiles".
I followed him into sleep, not feeling the cold floor while wrapped around his warm and soft body.