When they first fuck, Stiles expects it to be fast—an avalanche of overwhelming sensation.
But they kiss for eons, civilizations birthing and dying while their mouths seek perfect angles. Share breath. Something vital builds in Stiles' chest.
He shifts, dying to taste the ribbon of tendon behind Derek's knee; the sleek hollow by his hip.
Derek presses him down with one hand, but he holds him with his voice: "Stay."
He slides down Stiles' body like water and licks into him, gentling with fingers and tongue until the thing in Stiles' chest cracks.
"Now, Derek," he snarls.
Smiling, Derek obeys.
A/N:
This drabble was written for sterekdrabbles at Tumbler, based on the words snarl, fast, and overwhelm.
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