A/N: Stiles wants to take their piercing adventures further. This time he wants to make it a shared experience.
This chapter is all the talking about it not the doing of it. And porn, of course, always porn. See end notes for possible trigger warning regarding the next chapter.
One day, while they were lying sated after a lazy afternoon spent fucking, Stiles turned to Derek and said -
"I think it's time again." He nodded, as if to emphasise the decision.
Derek quirked an eyebrow at Stiles. He wasn't sure if Stiles meant that his recuperation period was over or if Stiles wanted to hit that pizza place on Main that they hadn't used in a while or even if he was ready to give paintball another try. Knowing Stiles it could be anything and unlike Occam's razor, the most unlikely answer was probably the right one.
Stiles stared straight into Derek's eyes. "I want to get some more piercings."
Yep, Derek hadn't expected that. "Oh", he said, "really?"
Despite them having finished what Derek considered to be a good afternoon's sexual athleticism less than twenty minutes ago, Derek felt his cock twitch again. Nothing turned him on more than Stiles' piercings. He leaned in towards Stiles and drifted a hand across his chest, grazing across the nipple rings the way he knew Stiles loved.
"Where?" asked Derek nonchalantly. It wouldn't do to get too invested in the thought of more of Stiles' flesh being penetrated by the smooth rings he adored so much, just in case Stiles changed his mind.
"Well..." Stiles drew out, grinning. He knew full well how entrenched Derek's piercing kink was."... I thought we might try something a little different this time."
"We?" questioned Derek, "you know I can't be pierced."
This was much to Derek's regret but werewolf healing meant that piercings were almost impossible. Derek had yearned to have his own rings but even after talking with Dr Deaton and discussing the use of wolfsbane on the site of the piercing, he'd been dissuaded. Derek's own body would just reject the piercing and it would keep on doing so no matter how many times he tried.
"Yes, yes, I know that", said Stiles, "but you can participate."
Derek looked quizzically at him. Stiles continued, "I've been doing some research and I fancy a thing called a Hafada ladder..."
Derek sucked in a breath, he'd done plenty of research himself and he knew exactly what Stiles was talking about.
"...but I can't decide whether to use barbells or rings. The thing is, this is one of the easiest piercings to do on your own and I'd really like for you to do it for me."
Stiles looked up at Derek and his amber eyes radiated hope.
"I...I couldn't..." stammered Derek, "What if I hurt you or it went wrong, I couldn't bear that."
"Don't be an idiot, we'll read up on it, watch some videos, you'll be fine. I trust you and I want to share this with you. "
Derek moved his hand down Stiles' body towards his cock, he held his palm over it and felt that Stiles was becoming as aroused again as he had become. The Prince Albert tickled his palm as Stiles' cock gently engorged.
"Imagine", said Stiles as he lay back, head on hands, "what my balls will look like. I thought four, maybe, running straight down the middle."
Derek shifted his hand and his attention lower, running a finger along the centre seam of his lover's ball sack.
"Here?" he questioned.
Stiles sighed at the graceful touch along his flesh. "Yeah, just there, what do you think, rings or bars?"
Derek watched his finger trace the line up and down and contemplated the question, it was, frankly, a no-brainer.
"Rings", he stated firmly, "they'll look so pretty hanging there." And he bent his head to lick along the imaginary line he'd been drawing.
Derek figured that his attraction to rings must be primal, there had to be some subconscious link to his triskele tattoo with its spirals. It was inconceivable for Stiles to get barbells when he could have rings. Gorgeous shiny rings penetrating the delicate and sensitive flesh of his scrotum. Oh, the contrast there between skin and metal was going to be superb. Derek sucked one of Stiles' balls into his mouth and tongued round it.
Stiles hissed and arched his back. "I dunno whether I've got any cum left", he groaned.
Derek let the saliva soaked ball drop from his mouth. "You've always got cum left; I'll prove it to you."
He returned his lips to the velvet soft crinkly skin, licking one fleshy globe while teasing the other with his fingers. He let his hand drift underneath to stroke along Stiles perineum while he tongued away at Stiles' sack. Derek imagined doing this and then suddenly encountering rings there. Rings he could poke his tongue through, rings he could suck on and pull gently, rings that would press against his own skin if he were the bottom. His finger moved slowly backwards to graze against Stiles' hole, still wet and slightly open from their earlier lovemaking. It slid in with little resistance and he crooked it to rub over Stiles' prostate.
Stiles sighed, little breaths catching in the back of his throat. His hands came down to rest on Derek's shoulders and neck and he idly scraped his nails against Derek's skin when he could remember to.
Derek took both of Stiles' balls into his mouth and sucked hard, relishing the sensation of them moving against each other, he changed the pressure, letting up a bit so he could manipulate them and he used his tongue to draw endless patterns around them.
Stiles breathing turned into a ragged hiss so Derek slid another finger into his ass and teased against Stiles' walls.
"Please", begged Stiles, writhing gently above him so Derek used his other hand to grip Stiles' cock and pull once...twice... The threefold assault on Stiles' genitalia proved Derek's hypothesis right and Stiles pushed in sinuously towards him and came lazily with a drawn out sigh.
Derek pulled his fingers from Stiles' ass and let go of his balls placing a kiss on the sack right where the intended piercings would go. He wriggled up and began to lick the cum off Stiles' stomach. There wasn't much, Stiles had been part right.
When Stiles was clean, Derek lifted his head and said, "I'll do it but only if you convince me that it's as safe as going to a professional."
Stiles reached for Derek and pulled him into a slow kiss.
"I love you", he said as he broke away. "I'll order the do-it-yourself kit tomorrow and if you want, you can talk to Brian – he did my piercings – I already spoke to him and he's happy to talk you through it." Stiles verged on babbling.
"OK, OK, I'm not rushing anything." Derek tried to calm Stiles down with a nip to his lower lip.
Stiles pulled away with a thoughtful look on his face. "It's just that I see all this..." and he gestured at his current piercings, "...as not just me and my choice to enhance myself. I know the first one was, yeah, but you, you love it even more than me. I want to do it for you and I want you to be invested in it actively, not passively this time."
Derek took Stiles' face in his hands and looked him in his beautiful, soft eyes.
"You are just the most amazing person I know. I love you and I won't let you down. I can't wait to see your new rings and I can't wait to be the one who puts them in you."
"I can't wait either but right now, I think I have some reciprocating to do, that's if you have anything left in the tank for me!"
Stiles slid down the bed and took Derek into his mouth.
"Always, Stiles, I've always got something left for you."
A/N: Brian is named for the guy who did my tattoo - Brian Carville - once of Windsor, England. Now, apparently in Gran Canaria. Lucky sod! I can't recall any of the anonymous people who did my piercings, it was so long ago.
Warning! The next and last chapter is going to get pretty icky and descriptive. If you're the slightest bit squeamish and don't want to read the piercing process in elaborate detail then stop here. I've made it so that Ch. 4 can act as an ending in itself. Then you can go away and imagine what happens after it's done in your own filthy heads.