Derek arched his back as Stiles trailed kisses down his spine. He gripped the blankets piled underneath him, desperate to hold onto something. Stiles was everywhere, the scent of him flaring so strongly through the enclosed space that Derek would have choked on it if his lungs hadn't been meant to breathe him in, hadn't been crafted for that sole purpose.
Stiles's nails were dragging down his sides, Derek trembled and panted. Stiles reached between his legs letting his fingers brush against Derek's balls before gripping him firmly at the base. Derek gasped as Stiles ran his thumb along the sensitive vein on the underside of his dick, hissed out in pleasure when the palm of Stiles's hand twisted over the tip. He opened his mouth to tell Stiles what he wanted, but before he could Stiles was already answering the silent plea.
Wet heat brushed against him gently, trailing the small patch of skin behind his balls and making its way up slowly. Derek grunted, the feeling of Stiles there, behind him, slowly blazing a trail of heat to the entrance of his body made him shiver. It was different, not what he was expecting. He thought he wouldn't like it, that he'd just tolerate it until Stiles had decided he was ready. He'd been wrong, Stiles was finding nerves that Derek hadn't known existed in him. He'd thought the little buttons to make a person's spine quiver were unique to Stiles.
Derek's toes curled and his fists gripped the blanket tighter as Stiles licked against him. He moaned, it was wet and needy and it wasn't a noise he was used to making but Stiles's hand on his dick gripped him tighter when he made it, the nails on his hips dug in harder. Stiles loved this; sometimes Derek spent what felt like hours trying to get into the boy's body with his tongue. He was beginning to understand why.
Stiles was kissing him, open mouthed, wickedly hot and sinfully wet. He spread his knees wider apart, panted out encouragement. Derek wanted to tell Stiles how good it was but Derek hadn't ever been taught words to express that type of feeling.
"Fuck," he panted, "Fucking… please… more…" he groaned, he hoped it was enough.
Stiles twisted the hand around his cock harder, gripping him tightly the way Derek loved it. Stiles's tongue worked harder too. Derek buried his face in the pillow, bit down on it to try to stifle the noises he didn't know he could make. Stiles moaned against him and licked harder like he was going to start trying to fuck Derek with his tongue, it sent a vibrating tingle up Derek's spine and through his balls at the same time.
Derek wanted more; he wanted to feel Stiles inside of him. "Please… Stiles," Derek grunted into the pillow. Stiles's answer was to lick harder, he was beginning to think Stiles's tongue was the strongest muscle in the teenager's body, he'd already known it was the most talented.
Stiles snaked his tongue up and down, forwards, deeper, back, and in ways Derek didn't even know a tongue could move. He could feel his balls drawing up, he gasped, it was too soon, he didn't know Stiles could do this to him, bring him to the edge so easily. Stiles's tongue abandoned him, Derek groaned in protest.
"Trust me," Stiles whispered from so close Derek could feel the hot breath against his ass. "I'm going to make you feel so good. You don't have to do anything."
Stiles mouthed his balls wetly and then used the tight grip he had on Derek's cock to pull it backwards. Derek's spine arched and he let out a choked whimper as Stiles's tongue brushed against the sensitive cluster of nerves under the head of his dick and then darted forward to lap at the tip and the evidence of Derek's pleasure that was leaking wildly out. The stretch of it felt good, the position he was in. It was all different. He'd thought he'd known everything that Stiles's mouth had been capable of. He'd been wrong again.
"Roll over for me," Stiles said. He licked up the length of Derek's cock and over his balls again, "I want to see your eyes."
Derek groaned at the words. Stiles let go of his dick. Derek flipped over onto his back and spread his legs open. He looked directly into Stiles's gorgeous brown eyes expecting him to look away. Stiles didn't look away though, he pinned Derek to the floor with his gaze, stole all the air out of his lungs and kept watching him. It was smoldering. Stiles licked his lips and Derek's dick twitched hard enough that the slap as it came back to rest on his belly sounded loud in the otherwise silent place they were in.
Stiles leaned down, not breaking eye contact as he licked over Derek's cock. Stiles never did this, never watched him like this. He was always the first to look away, always unable to face the hunger in Derek's eyes. It was Derek who had to look away first but even when he let his eyes flutter closed, even as he gasped at Stiles's mouth enveloping him in heat again, the image stayed burned in his mind. It was a possessive hunger that he'd never seen there before.
"Derek," Stiles said, letting his cock go free again. "I want to see your eyes."
"Stiles…" Derek whispered, he didn't even know what he was asking for. He was confused, unsure of what to do.
"I'm going to make it good for you," Stiles said, "I promise."
Derek didn't have the words he needed, he groped under the pillows near his head, knew that he'd placed a bottle of lubricant there. He'd planned ahead, but he had no idea what it was going to be like. His groping fingers finally found what he was looking for. He opened his eyes and looked at Stiles.
"That's good," Stiles whispered, "Give it here, I'll take care of you."
Stiles's eyes were still smoldering, so dark and yet filled with a hungry fire, an anticipation and longing for what was coming. Derek knew that even though Stiles had said that he was fine with what they had, it was because he didn't know there could be anything else. Now that he did he wanted it, wanted to try it out. Derek could smell it all over him, could see it in the way his hand shook as it took the bottle. It wasn't nervousness that had set Stiles's body quivering; Derek could tell it was excitement.
Derek closed his eyes when he heard the cap open. He was waiting, nervous, expecting to feel cool fingers breach him. Searing wet heat engulfed his dick again instead. He gasped at the unexpected sensation.
"Stiles…" Derek begged, and there wasn't any shame in it. He needed Stiles too, in this place, hidden from the rest of the world it was okay. He could let Stiles take care of him. No pressure, no expectation, he could let himself be loved, didn't have to cling so hard to make sure the things he had weren't going to go away.
For a long time Derek had thought that anything he loved was destined to be taken away from him. He wasn't going to let anyone take Stiles. He knew that Stiles wasn't going to let anyone take him either, that the teenager would fight with tenacity to stay with him.
Stiles didn't say anything, he used his mouth instead, worked his throat around Derek. He was probably trying to distract him from what was coming. It was working perfectly; he barely noticed when the first finger pressed against him, made its way inside.
Derek expected to hear the howling lament of the Alpha Wolf, but all he heard was a deep pleased rumble coming from Stiles's chest, vibrating through his dick and forcing pleasure through his spine. Stiles got a second finger into him; the two stretched and explored looking for something.
Stiles released Derek's dick from his mouth causing him to grunt when it slapped wetly back onto his stomach again. Derek opened up his mouth, he wasn't sure if he was going to complain or beg but before he could make a decision Stiles robbed him of breath. Stiles's fingers had found what they were looking for and Derek would have howled if his lungs were still working.
He gasped and shivered. Derek opened his eyes to look at Stiles. His lover's eyes were barely brown at all, there was so much hungry black that Derek thought they were sucking him into their depths. He wanted to sink into them, to see if that would let him see the world the way Stiles saw it.
The look on Stiles's face, it was as if he was in awe that he was able to do this, to bring these feelings to him. Derek grunted, breath hitching as a third finger sank into him. He watched as Stiles rocked back and forth in place seemingly lost in the wonder of how Derek was reacting.
"Derek…" Stiles gasped, "I want to be inside you, want to feel you all around me."
"Please…" Derek whispered, "I love you."
Stiles's hands were shaking, nervousness had threaded through the excitement. Derek sensed it rising up in his lover's chest. Stiles's eyes got wider as he looked down at Derek again, like the enormity of it was settling into him for the first time.
"You feel good," Derek said, "I want you to make me feel good." Stiles shook his head, eyes refocusing on Derek's face. "I need you to take care of me too…"
Nervousness fled, anticipation rose, and lust flared white hot like a supernova through the space that only they existed in. Derek couldn't smell the peppermint or the hot chocolate anymore, all he could smell was Stiles's need, Stiles's hunger, and it was dominating everything else. Derek was drowning in it. It was perfect.
Stiles scooted forward and Derek hooked his legs over Stiles's thighs. They both paused momentarily. Their eyes were locked on each other, drinking each other in. Derek felt the head of Stiles's dick nudge up against him, held his breath at the foreign sensation. Stiles sank into him slowly, inch by inch and Derek was losing track of everything else, losing track of his senses, losing track of his mind.
Stiles gasped when they were fully joined together, hips flush against each other. Derek felt Stiles's body trembling. Blunt nails were digging into his sides again. Stiles seemed stunned, mouth hanging open blinking like he couldn't believe what was happening, what he was feeling. Derek could understand how he felt, recalled in vivid detail the first time he'd been encased in the tight heat of Stiles's body. Now he knew what Stiles had felt, how full, how complete. He panted, wanted Stiles to move.
Stiles let out a soft whine, his voice trembling just as much as his body. "Derek," he gasped out sounding shocked, "So hot… so…" he groaned and his eyes fluttered closed. "So tight…"
Derek would have done anything to have seen this earlier, to see the awe painting Stiles's features as he shuddered and licked his lips again. Fire erupted in Derek's stomach. He needed more.
MORE
Derek gasped under the force of it, the Alpha Wolf was there pressing against the backs of his eyes but this time it was hungry for something new. "Please…" Derek grunted, rocking his hips, fucking himself against Stiles's trembling body with tiny motions that teased but didn't deliver what he needed.
Stiles blinked at the movement, his upper body curling in on itself slightly and his hips rocking back away from Derek, surprised by the sudden movement. Stiles blinked again and pushed his hips forward, gently rocking back into Derek's body.
"So good…" Stiles gasped, "Didn't know…"
Derek grunted, his own body was starting to shake, he needed more. Stiles gave another shallow thrust and this time hit a deep place in Derek that made him arch his back up off the floor, it caused Stiles to sink further into him, he moaned, vibrating around the sensation as though someone was shaking him by the base of his spine.
More…
The Alpha Wolf called out, but it wasn't commanding, it was begging. It had a new need, one that Stiles could take care of. Stiles could take care of Derek sometimes, could take care of the Alpha Wolf sometimes too. They could do it together, step by step, figuring out the rhythm of it as they went, just as Stiles had said on a beach at sunset so long ago.
Stiles pulled back and thrust forward again, picking up momentum and force but not speed. Derek watched as Stiles leaned over him, closed his eyes tight against whatever he was feeling and rocked forward again with more power. Pleasure spiked up Derek's spine, set his belly on fire and gripped him by the throat. He gasped, shaking his head back and forth, his hands reached up to stroke across Stiles's stomach and chest. Stiles's body trembled at the sensations Derek's hands were creating and leaned forward.
Stiles's sweat dripped down onto Derek's forehead and chest. His lover was panting, shaking harder and harder as he kept rocking forward. It wasn't brutal or quick; it was even, strong, and steady. Derek watched as Stiles's eyes fluttered open again. Derek reached out, wrapped his hands around Stiles's neck and pulled him down on top of him, catching his mouth and kissing him desperately.
Stiles moaned into his mouth, kept rocking with those shallow thrusts that didn't strike the deepest part of Derek so much as ground back and forth across it, a constant pressure of blinding sensation.
more…
It was a tiny whine, a plea from the Alpha Wolf to keep going. Derek couldn't say anything, his breath was shallow and his throat was raw. Derek's cock was trapped between their stomachs, every grinding thrust of Stiles's hips gave him more friction, more sensation. Stiles bit lightly at his lips, kissed his neck and his face. He was a flurry of lips and tongue all the while panting and whispering Derek's name like it was the most sacred thing in the world.
Derek hadn't known what to expect, had thought that he'd have been on his hands and knees with his face hidden as Stiles rutted against him but that's not what this was. They were forehead to forehead, breathing out of each other's lungs, licking at each other's lips and trying to stay alive, needing each other.
"I love you…" Stiles gasped, "Too good…"
Stiles's body started shaking again then froze, the movement of his hips stopped; he vibrated in place for a moment and then started rocking again. Derek could feel Stiles's thighs trembling under his the backs of his legs. Derek gasped when Stiles got his hand between them, gripped Derek and started pulling wildly even as his hips kept up their short forceful movements.
"Derek…" Stiles grunted out, gasping for breath and kissing him hard.
NOW
Derek couldn't hold on any longer, he was tumbling down into some place that he hadn't known existed, howling out as the pressure behind his eyes finally gave way and the tension in his body exploded outward, the force of it surprised him. He grunted, his head shaking back and forth as he covered them both in hot white fluid.
Stiles let out a hissing sound as Derek came. Derek knew what it felt like, to have the tight heat suddenly clenching around you, wringing you. Sometimes it made him feel like he wasn't going to be able to make it out in one piece, sometimes he didn't want to.
He stroked his hands over Stiles's short hair; he loved the look on his face. Stiles's eyes were closed, his lower lip curled into his mouth as his body kept rocking back and forth a few more moments and then he was shuddering, filling Derek, letting everything he had go for the first time into the heat of another body. Stiles whined at the sensation, hips trying to stutter back and forth a few more times. Stiles gasped and then collapsed onto Derek, the sudden impact of his lover's body landing on him forced the air out of his lungs.
"Derek…" Stiles gasped, still trembling with the aftershocks, each one causing him to slide a tiny fraction inside Derek's body. Derek shook with him.
"Stiles…" Derek whispered.
Derek had thought they would tear down the blanket fort with the desperation and need they shared between them but that special place that had been built just for them survived it. The place where they were alone, away from the rest of the world couldn't be torn down, couldn't be invaded.
They would leave it together eventually; they'd go back out into the regular world together, but they could return to that place whenever they wanted, Derek knew how to build it. He'd teach Stiles how to build it too. They could hide away whenever they needed to; they could return to that place that was just shadows and half-light. The place was just for them, where nothing could touch them, where they were together, wrapped up in each other's arms, sharing heat and breath and life.
