'Stiles grinned up at Derek from between his spread legs. Stiles lips were swollen and wet from sucking on Derek's straining cock. Stiles sensually climbed his way up Derek's body until they were eye to eye. Smiling down at Derek, Stiles leaned down and sucked a bruising kiss into Dereks bottom lip and across his jaw until he delivered a sharp nip to Dereks left earlobe.
Stiles hooked his elbow under Dereks knee and pulled it up until it was resting by his shoulder. Derek wasn't sure when it happened but he was prepped and loose, and when Stiles started to slide in it was like every single one of his nerves were on fire with pleasure. Derek could feel himself quickly reaching his peak as he rolled his hips and moaned under Stiles.
Stiles leaned down and demanded entrance willingly given to Dereks mouth, Derek felt Stiles hand work between them as he reached for Dereks-'
Derek woke with a gasp, hips fucking into his thick comforter. Reaching down without thought Derek palmed his engorged cock with a short, cut off groan. Roughly stripping the shaft he brought his other hand down to gently message and roll his balls. Derek replayed the still crystal clear dream, reaching back he ran the tip of his finger around the outside of his dry, tightly puckered hole.
Derek gasped and spurted into his fist as the tip of his nail caught and gently scraped across his rim. Panting Derek rolled onto his back and away from the newly made wet spot in the middle of his bed. Derek through his arm across his eyes as he calmed, realizing what he had just done the only thing that seemed to sum it up satisfactorily was a short "Well shit".