Derek froze. Suddenly nervous. Stiles was underneath him, all long limbs and dark eyes. Derek's muscled arms planted on either side of the younger mans head, caging him in. Derek suddenly realized how vulnerable a position that was.
His body was practically humming with the urge to push forward, to take him, all of him. But underneath the thick lust drumming through his veins, was something much softer.
"Are you sure?" Derek managed to get out, his voice rough.
Stiles wrapped his fingers more firmly around Derek, stroking him in a quick hard rhythym. Derek's arms spasmed on either side of Stiles head. Derek gasped, open mouthed, unable to stop his hips from fucking down into Stiles hand.
Stiles other hand slipped around Derek's neck, trying to pull him down into a kiss, Stiles made a low sound of frustration when Derek wouldn't move.
He had to hear it. He had to.
"Stiles" he panted. "Are you sure?"
Stiles froze, his hand stopped, Derek continued to twine his hips, slipping along Stiles hand. Derek leaned closer, as if to will the words he wanted to hear out of Stiles mouth.
"Derek" Stiles said hoarsely, his hand still on Derek's neck, trying to drag him closer.
"I want you"
And that was it, that was all she wrote. He was gone. He kissed Stiles desperately, bitting along his lips, whinning low in his throat when Stiles hand wrapped around him again, the slim fingers dragging along the hard skin.
Stiles wound his legs around the Derek's waist, and the wolf in him was unable to resist running his hands along the smooth skin, slidding his hands from his hips to his ass and back again.
"Please" Stiles gasped. "Please"
Derek slid his hands lower, and Stiles made a soft broken sound when his fingers slipped inside him. Stiles arched his back, gasping against Derek's mouth. The slight burn giving way to pleasure as he brushed that spot inside him.
Derek was trembling, a thin gleam of sweat trailing along his back. His hips jerking in time with the slow movements of his fingers. Stiles was making soft sounds, his hands digging into Derek's shoulders to the point of pain, holding on.
"Now" Stiles panted." Now"
Stiles licked along Derek's hand, and Derek slicked himself up, his breath coming in short gasps.
Stiles slid his arms along Derek's shoulders, pulling him close, kissing him frantically. Derek lined himself up, and his breath left his body in a rush as the head slipped inside.
Slow down. Slow down. Slow down.
He barely managed to stop. His chest heaving, his hands hard on Stiles hips.
Stiles was shaking, his eyes rolled back into his head. He was making low moaning sounds, his hips twitching.
"Stiles" Derek gasped out, "Are you ok? Is this-"
Stiles looked up at him, his pupils blown wide. He twisted his legs harder around Derek's waist, and pulled him in, his back arching as Derek slid inside a few more inches.
"Fuck me" he gasped against Derek's mouth.
"Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me" His voice going high and pleading as Derek hands tightened on his hips and began to pound into him.
It was a stretch, Derek was thick and hard inside of him and he felt the slight burn of it, but it was perfect, every harsh thrust driving him down into the couch. Breathless gasps fell from Stiles throat as Derek hit that spot inside him, over and over again.
Derek was gone, growling into Stiles neck, his head spinning with the feel of him, wrapped tight around him. He couldn't slow down if he had wanted to, his hands bruising along Stiles slim hips, thrusting in a relentless rhythm.
Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.
Stiles hands were scratching along his back, his moans turning into breathless sounds, his voice thready and desperate.
Derek could feel him, thick and hard, every thrust rubbing him up against Derek's stomach. The scent of Stiles was driving him wild, the wolf already so close to the surface. He pulled Stiles legs up higher, nearly bending him on two, slamming harder and faster inside him. The angle deeper, rougher, dragging sounds that were close to sobs from Stiles.
Derek was moaning low in his throat, and Stiles was kissing him, fast and desperate. Derek could feel himself reaching the trembling edge.
"Don't hold back" Stiles gasped."Don't hold back"
Derek felt his hands go, claws slipping out of his fingertips and he jerked his hands away from Stiles hips, claws tearing apart the couch as he came.
Stiles arched up, high breathless moans tearing from his throat as he tightened all over, spilling thick and heavy between their bodies, his hands gripping onto Derek's shoulders, an anchor as he fell apart.
Derek collapsed on top of Stiles, arms winding around him, burrowing his head into Stiles neck, breathing his name over and over again.
Stiles was limp, his whole body tingling with the afterglow. But he managed to lift one hand, slipping it along Derek hair, holding him close.
Derek planted a soft kiss on Stiles neck.
"Mine" He whispered.
"Okay" Stiles replied
