It was dark when Derek had come crawling through Stiles' window, yet he found himself grateful he had come late. His eyes dangerously flashed hues of red at the sight of each individual mole spotting Stiles' back. The third of a moon filled the room that would have been calming to a regular person.. But Derek was not normal. Something else that wasn't normal? How turned on he got, simply by watching Stiles' back rise and fall peacefully.
"Are you going to just stand in the corner and watch me all night?" Stiles' murmured against the bed, voice cracking as he wiped the fatigue from his eyes.
He didn't exactly knowwhen he fell asleep waiting for Derek, but he regretted the position he had. Drool dampened his cheek that had pressed against his bedspread. Gross? .. No. Well, maybe a little. But the light had glistened off his cheek as if he was sculpted by Michael Angelo himself. Derek made a little note to remind himself to come late much more often.
Before Derek could even come up with a retort, Stiles was pushing onto his knees, his head cocked to the side. It was a look that challenged the werewolf yet held so much affection, it made something in his chest flutter uncomfortably. It was when his eyes caught on the dangerously sharp hipbone peeking from above Stiles' sleeping bottoms, that caused him to advance finally on his Little Red Riding Hood.
"No underwear? Tch, someone has their hopes up," Derek growled, already out of his jacket and shoes and crawling on his hands and knees onto the bed.
Stiles leaned forward to meet Derek halfway, bumping his forehead lightly to the others. One hand wrapped around the back of his neck, gripping the hair at the nape of Derek's neck,
"You have no idea just how long I have been waiting for this,"
At this point, Stiles' body was beyond sensitive. It was just so much as a cold breath against his skin that would cause his toes to curl. And of course, Derek took this as an advantage and teased Stiles to the point where he thought he would actuallycum without being touched. While he was busy turning the teenager into a writhing mess, he forgot to keep his other senses alert. It was a little too late to pull back when he heard the front door swing open and an exasperated groan.
"I thought you said your Dad was on a graveyard shift!" Derek barked, not bothering to inch away. His sharp words and hot breaths just sent another blanket of goose bumps over the frail body beneath him.
After a brief moment of collecting his voice again, Stiles shifted onto his elbows so he could break the distance between them. "Who cares.. F-Derek, you are not backing down now. You are not leaving this house until I say so," Stiles whispered out, though his command held absolutely no threat.
The two shared a shrug and a short kiss before Derek's lips were traveling South. His stubble grazed the hypersensitive skin across Stiles' neck, slick with sweat, and /begging/ to be bitten. Granting its silent wish, Derek's teeth scraped across its surface, stopping at the junction connecting the neck and shoulder.. Stiles' soft spot, and the perfect place of a hickey- hidden easily by a shirt. His heated tongue grazed over the faint mark from last week, and wasted no time in biting the sweet flesh. Derek immediately smirked around the skin as Stiles' hips lifted into the air, rubbing dangerously against his own and the erotic moan Stiles had to cover by biting into his knuckle.
"You're going to regret say that, Little Red," Derek purred, fucking /purred/. Sadistic Sourwolf.
"Stiles? You still 'wake?" the voice from the hallway called, coming so precariously close to his door.
Fake asleep? He might come in. Call out to him? He might come in. Tell him to go away? He might come in.
There was no way, Stiles could avoid this or so he thought.
"Ye-Yeah, D-Dad. I'm trying to -nngh- sleep. I have a /reeeallyyy/ bad headache, so can we just talk in the morning?" Stiles squeaked out, hazel eyes lost in Derek's sea blue eye's. "N-Night Dad," he stuttered out, muscles relaxing instantly into the bed.. All except one.
When Stiles heard his Dad's door just down the hall close, he wrapped his legs around Derek's waist, using the last bit of strength he had to press their hardened members against each other. Which would have caused a /house/ filling moan to form around his lips if it wasn't for Derek's hand clamping his jaw shut, suppressing it to a pitiful whine, eyes locked on the Alpha's the whole time.
Stiles had thought the sad part was how turned on he got on by that, not only by the silencing, but the lingering eye contacts. Yet, he had not even gotten out of his sleeping bottoms while Derek was completely nude at this mark. His plaid pajamas were stuck around his thighs and every time he tried to wriggle out of them, Derek would have him pinned into the bed again. Truthfully, he didn't mind.. Not one bit.
"Ha-aah~ De-Derek," Stiles whimpered out, nails digging into the werewolf's back as his hips stuttered upwards for more friction. He did not care how needy, how flushed, how turned on he was. Here he was, seriously on the brink of an orgasm which just managed to throw his whole body into an euphoria.
It took one rough thrust, all thanks to Derek's sharp hips, and Stiles' back was arching off the bed. His mouth gaped open with no noises coming out, and his blunt nails dug into Derek's shoulder blades, surely enough to draw blood but every time Stiles went back to the spot, it would be healed.
One more thrust and Stiles has buried his teeth into Derek's right shoulder, eyes rolling back in their sockets as he was pushed into Euphoria's /Heaven./ Cum streaked out of his now hypersensitive dick which did not stop Derek for a second who used to extra lubrication to rut against Stiles', picking up the pace. Derek wasn't as 'expressive' as Stiles was and came with a lingering grunt right beside his ear. If Stiles' hadn't just came, that noise would have easily done it for him.