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Do I even have to mention the smut level?
"Oh no, you big sourwolf, we are not kissing right now, you know why? Because kissing leads to getting naked, which leads to rolling around together on that bed and fucking. Which we can't do, not now." Stiles tried to push Derek away, his fingers losing some of their will when they connected with the muscles under Derek's shirt. They were just so many of them, it was hard to keep the twitching under his jeans at bay.
"Shut up," Derek chided lightly, kissing at Stiles' neck, "just enjoy it." Stiles wanted to enjoy it, he really did, but they had to talk. It was imperative that they tried to work out their issues, tried to work out what they were doing and why they were doing it.
"We should tell Scott..." The words were shaky, Derek picking up on Stiles' waning will and attacking his collarbone, strong hands hitching up his shirt and roaming around on his back.
"Tell him later." Derek growled, pushing his lover onto the already rumpled sheets for round two. They had gone at it this morning like they always did, in that golden hour between Stiles' dad leaving for work and Stiles having to leave for school, but Derek wanted more. He always did.
"Is this considered bestiality?" Stiles giggled into the stubble around his mouth, his fingers fumbling with the unbreakable lock that was Derek's belt. "Who makes these, they're so fucking irritating..."
"So you can go first," Stiles could feel Derek's smile as he kissed him, his own wet lips emitting a low yelp when a hand closed around his dick through the denim. "Still want to talk?"
Fingers were grazing Stiles' stomach as others squeezed his growth, bringing it to it's full size in a matter of seconds. Derek did things to him he couldn't explain. Neither of them knew where it came from, knew what it meant, all they knew was that they pined for each other.
"Don't -" Stiles panted as Derek pulled his hand back. He leaned back on his elbows and pouted, "Why did you stop?" The answer came in the form of Derek extending his arms to slip off his shirt, throwing it onto the floor before he was back on Stiles.
He sucked deep marks into Stiles' neck, bringing the blood forth to make a red mark on his lover. Stiles shirt soon joined Derek's so the wolf could get access to those pink buds of sensitive flesh that sent Stiles into a sexual panic.
"Fababyaya – oh." Stiles spewed gibberish as Derek attacked his nipples, throwing his head back and pressing it into the mattress, his eyes screwed up, hands fumbling at Derek's hair, fingers scratching his scalp, nails digging gently into his skull.
When he finally gathered his senses enough to open his eyes he noticed Derek's pants had somehow ended up on the floor, his socks too. The man seemed to be able to do everything at once; suck and bite at Stiles' nipples; stroke his dick through the annoying layers of cotton and denim; and strip himself to give such a tantalising view of his ass that Stiles felt his cock jump.
An awkward struggle between Derek's writhing abs and his own fly ensued as Stiles desperately tried to free himself, the rhythmic movements of Derek's body sending him over the edge; the man looked like a fucking piece of heaven as he arched his back and ground his hips, sucking at his nipples and running his hands over Stiles' waist and chest and stomach all the while.
"Come on!" Stiles pleaded, still unable to get to his dick through the mound of muscle that was Derek Hale.
Derek finally looked up from Stiles' nipples, a grin on his face, "Stop being so fucking impatient, enjoy it." Stiles cried out when he felt his nipples pinched between Derek's thumbs and index fingers, both of the hard, now slightly swollen buds massaged as Derek's lips kissed a trail down his chest and stomach.
"Oh my god, how – uhh." He wanted to ask where the fuck Derek had learnt his amazing and wonderful skills, but at that moment Derek decided to tense and grind his stomach over Stiles' crotch, eliciting a moan from the boy beneath him.
He kept kissing at the skin, nipping flesh and holding it gently between his teeth for a second before he moved on, every nerve in Stiles' body going into overdrive as he worked his way down, fingers grabbing the waist of his jeans and pulling them with him as he kissed his thighs, his knees, his calves. It was such a slow descent Stiles worried he would cum without even having his dick touched, after all, it had happened before.
Derek made sure to get at every inch of him, the leg he had kissed on the way down worked with his fingers as the other one got the same treatment. He could feel the bones behind his knees tense, digging into Derek's hands when he took them both with his hands and lifted them up with himself, throwing them over his shoulders before he was finally hovering over Stiles' crotch.
The boxers were tight and light in colour, so every inch of his dick was on display. Derek had a hunger in his eyes, but he kept it at bay, gently kissing the length through the fabric instead of giving Stiles what he needed.
"Please, Derek. If you don't – I won't be able to – oh god." Derek wrapped his lips around Stiles' dick through the fabric, sucking and kissing at every inch of him, running his hands up and down the thighs over his shoulder as he drove Stiles to insanity. Fingers were in Derek's dark locks again, driving the man crazy with how it felt both reassuring and sexy at the same time. It felt like Stiles needed him, like he was comforting him while giving him all the sexual pleasure he needed simultaneously.
Stiles dragged his fingers from Derek's hair, grazing against the stubble on his face as he moved to his shoulders instead, working his way around his own legs to squeeze at the muscles that he knew drove Derek crazy. The man was so fucking tense that getting a massage –even if it was a crazed series of squeezes and nips of his nails into the flesh– made him cry out throw his head back.
"Fuck, Stiles. You know what that does to me, oh fuck -" Stiles let a grin spread across his face, his ploy was working. Derek no longer had the ability to work on Stiles' cock when his shoulders were being squeezed with such experienced hands. For a moment he found himself wishing he had never taught Stiles what to do, until it was quickly forgotten when he kneaded a particularly tense section.
He only relented the glorious battle with Derek's shoulders because he needed to be taken care of himself. Derek always drove him to the edge then pulled back before going in for more, drawing it out until Stiles was writhing and crying out for him to just do it; it drove him crazy.
"Oh thank fucking god." Stiles moaned as Derek finally freed him from the cotton prison, his dick shifting to lay across his abdomen. A lazy tongue was soon at the fold of his thigh and his pelvis, licking at the skin and the hair, tasting parts of Stiles that no one else ever saw. He only touched Stiles' dick for a few seconds, and then just so he could get a small lathering of pre-cum on his fingers, moving them down to Stiles' hole and gently running a finger around the furled muscle.
"Shit, Stiles..." Derek said quietly, his mouth making wet, wanting sounds as he kissed all around Stiles' dick, letting his lips graze over the head or the underside just a little before he was gone. Both of his hands were playing with Stiles' hole, stretching him open to slip one finger inside, simultaneously taking his dick into his mouth.
"Fuck! Derek... don't you dare stop." Stiles managed to splutter out, one hand wrapped around the back of Derek's warm neck while the other tugged at his hair. Stiles arched his back to get Derek to take more of him, pushing himself against the inside of a wet cheek, making him moan.
"Now, now. Slow down." Derek said, his words throaty and low. Stiles legs had somehow fallen from Derek's shoulders, spread out on either side of him, his thighs stretched and tense. The sight of it was driving Derek crazy, coming up for another kiss, a second finger added to Stiles' hole as their lips connected.
"Fuck, Derek, fuck–– ah–" Stiles spewed as Derek curled the fingers inside of him, making his body shudder as they grazed against his prostate. A glistening trail was left on his chest and stomach as Derek licked his way back down to take Stiles into his mouth once more, swallowing his length in its entirety, the coarse brown hairs mixing with his own black stubble.
Derek knew Stiles was close, inserting a third finger, twisting them inside Stiles, pressing the tips into the hard ball of his prostate to make Stiles whimper, his body shaking and writhing on the sheets. His free hand had found it's way up Stiles' body, fingers pinching his nipple to draw out a mangled groan before they were on his face, pressing into his jaw and his cheek, the pinkie clenched between Stiles teeth. He was biting down hard, Derek pulling down his jaw to stop him from breaking the skin, the action only driving Stiles crazier.
He pumped his ass back and forth, driving his dick into Derek's mouth over and over as the fingers inside him were displaced again and again, brushing against that sweet spot without any of the fluid movements Derek tried to keep up.
"I'm gonna fucking–– gonna fucking– ahhh!" Stiles threw his head back as he came, his nails scrabbling frantically in Derek's hair. Derek let him bite down on his index finger as he continued to suck, hardly feeling the pain through the concentration he was putting on swallowing Stiles' gushing load, some escaping and dripping down to rest in the hair at the base of his dick. His fingers were still curling and pressing inside as he let Stiles ride the wave, his screams of pleasure making Derek's cock even harder.
"Oh god, that was fucking – just oh god." Stiles muttered through his panting breaths, hooking his fingers under Derek's jaw and bringing him up for a kiss, a dull ache in his sphincter as the fingers left him.
"I fucking love you." Derek whispered, his face almost as flushed as Stiles' from his efforts, nibbling at his bottom lip, his dick pressed against Stiles'.
"You love me?" Stiles asked, pulling Derek down onto him harder. He grinned into their kiss, wrapping his arms even tighter around the broad back above him.
"Yes."