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Previous: He suddenly got a very suspicious smile on his handsome face and yanked the younger man until he was hoisted over the Alpha's shoulder.

"Here! I'll prove it!"

'Oh god" thought Stiles nervously. "Only 11 and a half hours to go…"

Now:

After a couple of failed attempts at wiggling his way out of Derek's tight grasp, all Stiles could do was huff out a frustrated breath and hold on for the ride. After a few minutes of brisk marching across the cold floor of the loft Stiles was gently let down off the older man's shoulder.

Stiles looked around to see that he was now standing about a foot away from Derek's very large, very comfortable looking king sized bed. 'Black sheets.' Mused the younger man to himself. 'Why am I not surprised.'

Stiles was abruptly shaken from his thoughts as skilled fingers worked to undo his button down plaid shirt. "Um…Derek? What are you doing?"

Stiles' heartbeat betrayed him as he could feel a thumping in his chest. There was no way that Derek could miss the reaction.

"Just like I told you! I'm going to prove my love for you." Piercing green eyes connected with honey brown and Stiles swallowed down a newly forming lump in his throat.

"Can I…can I ask exactly how you intend to 'prove' it to me?" He nervously asked the Alpha, his voice giving away his anxiety.

Derek was too dazed and singled into his mission to let the tone of Stiles' words hinder his progress. He finally removed the impeding piece of clothing and gently tossed it out of sight. When his gaze returned to Stiles, his eyes scanned over every inch of newly exposed skin in complete adoration. Stiles couldn't help the burning blush that spread across his cheeks.

Derek leaned once again into the warmth of Stiles' neck, inhaling the teen's scent deeply. His tongue slowly licked from the base of Stiles' neck to his ear, tracing the curve and nipping at his ear lobe.

"Would you rather I tell you or show you?" Stiles' entire body reacted instantaneously to Derek's whispered words. He was a teen and therefore not unfamiliar with the phenomena of immediate reactions down below, but he was suddenly very embarrassed at how rock hard he felt in his now far too constricting jeans.

A moan escaped the young man's mouth as Derek's hand brushed across his quickly forming bulged. Stiles' felt like he was on fire with just how utterly humiliating this entire situation was becoming.

Derek must have taken the moan to indicate Stiles would rather be shown his love as the man was suddenly sinking to his knees. Stiles had to bite his lip at the sight of the Alpha before him. He had watched his fair share of porn, but nothing compared to seeing mesmerizing emerald eyes holding his gaze as full parted lips were aching and panting for him.

He felt his resolve quickly deteriorate as Derek unzipped his jeans and pulled both his boxers and pants down to pool at his feel. Derek wasn't rushed or frenzied; in fact he removed the remainder of Stiles clothes as though they had an eternity together.

Despite the calculating pace the look in Derek's eyes and the occasional whimper that left his lips indicated that he was forcing himself to go slowly. He looked as though he was ready to devour the teen. Stiles suddenly wanted very much to be devoured.

Stiles knew he was a goner when he had to hold back from whining for Derek to go faster. Derek removed Stiles' shoes and he stepped out of the pile at his feet.

Derek eyed the young man's body as though it was a gift from above. His hands opened and closed into fists as he struggled not to take what was before him in an act of animalistic need.

Derek leaned forward and gently kissed the tip of Stiles' hard leaking cock, whimpering at the taste of pre-cum as he lapped up the salty liquid. Stiles head fell back in pleasure as he got lost in the sensation.

When Derek pulled away moments later Stiles groaned in frustration, not caring to muffle the sound. Without warning he found himself flat on his back on the large bed he had just previously admired, relaxing into the soft black comforter.

He felt the bed dip slightly as a now completely naked alpha crawled his way onto the mattress. He wanted to open his eyes fully and gaze upon all of Derek, but the second he felt Derek's tongue connect with his skin once again he had difficulty concentrating.

He had never been touched by anyone let alone practically worshipped inch by inch. Derek started with his feet and legs, licking every ounce of salty skin, nuzzling his stubble lovingly into Stiles. Without hesitation Stiles allowed Derek to spread his legs further as Derek explored his smooth inner thighs.

"Fuck, Derek!" Stiles was too far gone to care at the moment that the man pleasuring him was affected by a crazy werewolf plant, everything he was feeling was too intense and too wonderful. When Derek licked his balls and gently sucked each one at a time into his sinfully hot mouth Stiles had to try not to cum. This couldn't end before it even started.

Stiles almost cried out when Derek skipped over his throbbing cock to continue his path up his body. Derek nipped and licked at his abs. They were no where near as perfect as Derek's but the way the alpha licked at them made Stiles feel like a Greek God.

When Derek's lips clamped around one of Stiles nipples and his tongue swirled around the hard nub the young man couldn't help but tangle his hands in the silky locks of Derek's raven hair.

"Derek! Please…I Need…"

Stiles didn't know what he was asking for but he felt desperate for it. His hips thrust urgently off the bed to rut against Derek and Stiles cried out in pleasure at the friction.

Stiles moans were only were only muffled by Derek's lips crashing down upon his own. Derek's resolve seemed to waver with every thrust of Stiles hard cock against his firm hips. His kiss was not slow and calculated as the man had been on his knees, but it was hard and bruising and needy.

Physically needy. Stiles felt his stomach sink as Deaton's words flashed through his brain, momentarily clarifying his previously foggy thoughts.

"Derek wait" Stiles pushed against the wolf as he tried to catch his breath from the kiss. "This isn't you. You're not thinking clearly!" Stiles eyes were filled with regret. He wanted nothing more then to just enjoy everything Derek was doing for him, but he couldn't take advantage of him like that. Despite what Derek thought of him, Stiles had, as much as he tried to deny it, strong feelings for the Alpha.

"What do I have to do to get you to believe me?" Derek's eyes looked so sincere that Stiles felt his heart ache.

Completely Honest. Deaton's Third symptom screamed and flashed through Stiles eyes he felt a warm strong hand that was not his own wrap firmly around his cock.

"Derek!"

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