The next evening they're packed for a night out at the house, Stiles had been out there earlier in the day while Derek was at work and done some set-up. The place could be locked up now, it was mainly cosmetic stuff that needed doing. He couldn't wait to get back out there again with Derek.
They're in Derek's SUV again and they park down the block. The music is already pounding a heavy bass beat. Linking hands they walk up to Danny's house only to come across a couple making out in the hedge and then a lacrosse player vomiting on the sidewalk.
"Lovely." Stiles murmurs and Derek laughs.
"Not interested in drinking to excess?" He says with a smile.
"No, even if I could I don't think I would. I don't like being out of control like that." Stiles says in Derek's ear as they step inside.
"Control is a thing with you?" Derek asks as they survey the party. Stiles senses something in his tone.
"It is with both of us wouldn't you say?" He says this nearly licking Derek's ear he's so close to make himself heard.
"Yeah, but control. Let's talk about that tomorrow yeah?" Derek says, borrowing one of Stiles' habits, adding a yeah to the end of a sentence or question.
With a shrug, Stiles steps forward into the moving morass of bodies around him. "Okay." He shouts back.
They talk and laugh with people. They ignore the looks that he and Derek get. They have no trouble as Danny greets them both happily. After a few hours Stiles and Derek are in the kitchen getting some water. They lean against the counter as they talk together.
'That guy with the eyebrow is here." Derek says.
"Yeah, think he'll come back to you for something else?" Stiles grins.
"Doubtful after the scare you gave him. He'll probably go to the mall where they do it in the back of that cosmetic's shop. Then he'll get an infection, or they'll damage a nerve." Derek grins as well.
"You are so bad." Stiles says with a shake of his head and an arch of his pierced brow.
"I am, it's why I have so many piercings myself, though I'm thinking of letting some go." Derek says now as he takes a swallow of water. Stiles' eyes follow his neck as he swallows.
"Yeah, which ones?"
Derek shakes his head. "No idea."
"Your bars." Stiles says decisively. "They don't do anything. And then you'd still have even numbers Mr. OCD."
Frowning Derek looks at him. "What do you mean they don't do anything?"
Putting his water bottle down, Stiles crooks a finger. Derek obeys and leans on him, their hips sliding together. Stiles looks at Derek as he palms his nipples and plucks the rings he's wearing in them tonight.
"Because," He says with a fey grin. "These help arouse you." He slides a palm down to Derek's cock and then his fingers are opening his zip and the button so he can take it in his warm hand. "And this being played with arouses you as well." He says as he pulls on Derek's cock piercing. Then his fingers skate down past Derek's balls. "But these," He moans lightly as he feels the heat Derek has generated between his legs. "Fuck, I want in there, these," He continues again as he pulls on Derek's guiche rings. "These babies help you come. So if you're wanting to get rid of something, get rid of the bars on your balls. They're cosmetic."
Derek's head drops to Stiles' shoulder as he pushes his body into Stiles' hand. "Fuck, you're going to make me come right here in Danny's kitchen if you don't stop."
Stiles moans now too. "I'll be coming with you."
Winding an arm around Stiles' hips Derek hauls him up close. His hand is caught between their bodies, fingers in Derek's perineum rings, tugging on them.
"Hey, I've got bedrooms you know." Danny's wry voice interrupts. Pulling back a little, Stiles keeps Derek turned away as he carefully puts his cock back in his jeans and does them up. Derek palms his cock and places a kiss on his lips.
"Later." He promises as he turns to Danny. "Sorry, we were talking piercings."
"Uh huh. Oh hey Stiles, are you seriously getting a guiche?" Danny asks him now. He's holding a bottle of Corona and while he looks happy, he's nowhere near drunk.
"Yeah, why?"
Danny shrugs, "Just wondering. I've thought about getting it done, but I don't know anyone who has had it done so I don't know what's its going to be like. The internet only tells you so much you know?"
Nodding Stiles looks at Derek, he looks back and nods. Stiles nods too. "I've got one." Derek says to Danny, "I can answer any questions you've got."
"One, dude be honest. He's got three." He says to Danny and laughs as Danny's jaw drops.
"Three, seriously? Can I see?" Stiles and Derek freeze. "Oh, sorry. I wasn't hitting on you guys or anything, I just. I really do want one and I'd love to see yours if you have three." Breaking off Danny takes a long swallow of beer.
"Uh, I'm okay with it if Derek is, if I'm there as well." Stiles finally says. He looks at Derek. "If you're not I have no problem, if you are I have no problem."
Derek looks at him. "I'm not shy, I've shown clients so," He shrugs. "Let's do this, now because Stiles got me hot and I'm about to drag him out of here to fuck his ass." Derek says bluntly as he looks expectantly at Danny.
"Okay, um let me think, my parents room. I've got a key." He turns and Stiles and Derek follow him through the house and up the stairs. They ignore the people in the hallway who watch them go to Danny's parent's room and unlock the door. He gestures them inside and then locks it behind them.
"Rumour mill is going overtime now I bet." Derek says as he shakes his head. "How many people took pictures just then?"
"A few to several." Danny answered. "Um, what lights?" Stiles looked around the room.
"Okay, let me do this." He switched on the bedside table lights and then a floor lamp. Then he dragged a chair so it was facing the bed. "Derek with me. Danny in the chair."
Stiles positions Derek as he moves to his side. Danny sits obediently in the chair, leaning forward, elbows on his knees and his chin resting in his hands. His eyes are intent and focussed. They all ignore the banging on the door.
"Okay, if you're giving a show, let's show Danny everything yeah?" Derek looks at Stiles and with a roll of his eyes he nods.
Stiles kisses him and then his fingers find his nipples, he plays with the rings and it's only when he pulls on them that Danny's breath gets heavy. "Oh, they're pierced too." He whispers.
"Yeah, they are. They're good for arousing him as you can see." He says, now making sure Danny can see everything he's doing to Derek. He slowly pulls Derek's t-shirt up and over his head.
"Tattoos too. Wow." Danny is awed now and Stiles grins up at Derek who shakes his head at him, but grins back as well.
He stays at Derek's nipples for ages. Tongues them, pulls on the piercings. Generally drives Derek crazy. Then his fingers move back to Derek's jeans, his thumb pops the button and his finger's tug the zip down. He tilt's Derek's hips so his cock appears, head first directly in Danny's line of sight.
"Oh dude, cock piercing too?" He moans and moves now. Spreading his own legs and palming his own cock. "Dudes, I'm…you're fucking killing me, Stiles touch him I'm begging you. Derek please, let him blow you or something, please?"
Stiles laughs as his palm jerks Derek's cock off a little. His thumb swipes the head of his cock and he lets go, bringing it to his mouth and sucking it clean of pre-come. He hears two moans now and he grins. This was such a power trip.
He moves his hand back down and hooks a finger through Derek's cock piercing. Then he pulls firmly. Derek's moan is filthy, Danny's matches it in every way. And Stiles is suddenly hard too. He hadn't been before, making sure he was keeping Derek in a good line of sight for Danny.
Making sure Derek was comfortable with what they were doing and shit. But now, fuck. "Shit." He mutters as he drops to his knees. His hands grasping Derek's hips. His jeans pushed down to mid-thigh. He swallows Derek down, moaning around his cock as Derek and Danny moan at his actions.
He pulls off and begins to lick Derek's cock, slow like he's licking an ice-cream, trying to make it last in the heat of the day. Danny flat-out cries in pleasure when his tongue slips around the piercing and pulls on it, before he moves it into Derek's slit and tongue fucks him there.
Pulling back he looks up at Derek. "You ready for the rest?" He asks huskily as he licks his lips.
"Yeah, hurry up or I'm going to take your circumcised virginity on this fucking bed in front of your friend." Derek's words are firm. He's telling Stiles that yes, he's okay but to also hurry because he wants in Stiles' ass. His words make both Stiles and Danny moan at the thought.
"Dude, why the fuck are you moaning like a fucking cheerleader behind the bleachers?" Stiles asks Danny as he bends down and takes off Derek's boots and socks. The pounding on the door starts back up again and Stiles hears Jackson's voice.
"Because you two are fucking hot, the idea of being able to watch you fuck is even hotter." Danny leaves off watching them as his phone rings shrilly. Unlike most people he has a regular ring tone on his phone. "What Jackson?" He asks grumpily as his eyes move to Stiles and Derek as he slowly pulls Derek's tight jeans down his legs.
"It's none of your business if I'm fucking them or they're fucking me, you know I always play safe, now keep an eye on things for me and leave me alone. And stop pounding on the door!" Danny ends the call and presses some buttons on his phone.
"Might want to come a little closer for this dude." Stiles says as he grins over at Danny. He helps Derek sit on the bed and then slowly pushes him back. Then he palms his balls and pulls the skin up, so Danny can see the ladder pierced there.
"Holy fuck." Danny's voice is almost star struck now. "How many piercings to you have altogether Derek?" He asks seriously as he drags the chair closer to the bed so he can look his fill.
"Twelve, but I'm getting rid of the ladder. As Stiles pointed out, it doesn't do much for me."
"What do you mean?" Danny asks as he watches Stiles' hands play with Derek's cock and balls. Stiles laughs lightly.
"You saw before how aroused Derek was with me playing with his cock piercing and his nipple piercings. The ladder doesn't do anything like that." He runs his fingers over them and while Derek's balls draw up, they soon drop.
"Not like a lasting effect then?" Danny says as he begins to understand.
"Exactly." Stiles slides his slender fingers over Derek's testicles again and then pulls them up. "Spread for Danny now Der, let him see what you've got."
Danny grins as Derek huffs and pulls his knees up, thereby exposing the three gold rings in his perineum.
"Oh my God, they're beautiful." Danny found himself reaching for them before he realised and pulled back. "Sorry." He said to Stiles.
Stiles nodded and then his fingers moved to the rings. He slid his fingers over them, tugged them and flicked them. Each time Derek moaned and moved on the bed, his hips beginning to thrust slowly, as if he was fucking something.
"These babies," Stiles plays with them for a bit longer. "They make him come." Danny can see that from the way Stiles is manipulating them.
He pulls back as the dampness of his own jeans makes itself known. He's leaking pre-come like a sieve.
"Do, did you uh get aroused or come when you were pierced?" Danny asked Derek. Stiles stopped playing, his fingers flying to his eyebrow piercings telling Danny that his answer at least was yes.
"I pierced myself so no." Danny shuddered at the thought of piercing himself with a large gage needle. Stiles merely looked at Derek.
"Kinky." He said making Danny's cock jump.
"Guys, it's been educational, Derek I'm going to be calling you for an appointment, did you do all three at the same time?"
Derek raised himself on his elbows as he looked at Danny. "Yeah I did."
"Okay, thanks." Danny stands and moves toward the door. "I'll just wait outside for you to get dressed again." He says to Derek as he stops at the door.
"Danny, just fucking jerk off in here okay? Get changed into something of your Dads, most people are too drunk or stoned to realise you've got different pants on dude."
Turning around Danny goggled as he watched Stiles take Derek into his mouth again. This time all the way. Danny's fingers are on his own cock as he watches his live porn show. Stiles fingers are at Derek's nipple rings as his mouth licks and sucks Derek's cock.
Danny moves to the bed, stands at the foot of it getting a good view. Stiles is hard but not touching himself. Derek's hands are touching what he can of Stiles. And Stiles then moves his fingers lower. Danny watches them begin to play with the rings in Derek's perineum.
Twisting, tugging, flicking. Torturing Derek, keeping his arousal front and centre. Danny strokes his cock hard and fast, needing to come. Wanting to come, to give himself some relief. His balls draw up and he releases into his own hand just as he see's Stiles hook his pinkie finger through all three rings and pull. Hard.
Danny stood and watched, his cock flaccid and hanging outside his jeans now as Derek shot into Stiles mouth and Stiles swallowed him down without spilling a drop.
When Derek has finished coming Danny steps away and moves to his dad's wardrobe. He grabs a pair of jeans and underwear, then moves into their bathroom to clean himself off and change. When he returns Derek is dressed and he and Stiles are sitting on the bed holding hands.
Apart from Stiles' slightly swollen lips, there is no sign of what had just occurred. "So, a guiche then?" Derek questions Danny now.
"Yeah, in the summer holidays I think. For healing and stuff."
Derek agreed. "Excellent idea. Practical too. You know where I am?"
"I do, if not I know where this one is." He motions to Stiles who grins and then stands and rubs his hands together.
"So kiddies, what are we going to tell people? There is no fucking way they're going to think we weren't having sex of some kind."
Derek shrugs as does Danny. "Well, why say anything?" Derek asks. "I mean we did actually have some form of sex, the three of us." Stiles thinks about it for a second.
"You're right, fuck it. You okay with that?" He asks Danny.
"Yeah, I feel like I need to kiss you both goodbye in front of everyone or something though." Danny shook his head at the thought of kissing Stiles and Derek. He'd never been interested in Stiles until about a year ago when he'd seen him out running.
Then he'd never made a move because he'd thought Stiles was straight. And then Derek had come along and swept Stiles right out from under him. But that was okay. Isaac was who he truly wanted a chance with anyway. "Fuck!" He exclaimed, low and angry.
"What is it?" Stiles and Derek asked in unison. Stiles sounding more shocked as Danny wasn't usually one to curse so foully.
"Isaac." Danny says only the one word. "I'm such an idiot. There is no way he is going to even look at me now, never mind consider going out with me like he said he would." He smacks the heel of his hand on his forehead in anger at himself.
"Well, if anyone will believe the truth, it will be Isaac. And for the record, we're okay with you telling him the truth." With a morose nod, Danny braces himself and opens the door.
Isaac is standing across the hall, his eyes on the door. "You okay?" He asks quietly as Danny walks out.
"I'm fine, why?" Danny asks in puzzlement.
"Just checking you went in there consensually." Isaac looks at Derek and Stiles as they walk out behind Danny and close and lock the door. Then Derek passes Danny the keys.
"I did, mainly to see Derek's piercings, I'm thinking of getting something done." Danny says to Isaac as Derek and Stiles move past them toward the stairs. "Night guys, thanks for coming."
"Anytime." Derek answers.
"Yeah dude, we had a blast. See you tomorrow Isaac?" Stiles asks as they pause at the top of the stairs.
Derek watches Stiles as he says goodnight to Isaac and Danny. He'd not come back in the bedroom. Derek was going to remedy that as soon as they were at the house.
He felt his own cock twitch in anticipation of fucking Stiles tonight and he smiled to himself. They walk downstairs together, quickly moving through the throng of people.
They manage to get outside without being accosted by anyone thankfully. In the car Stiles stretches and Derek nearly moans at the sight. "You ought to be illegal." He muttered to Stiles making him chuckle.
"Back at you babe." He laughed quietly.
Grinning Derek focussed on the road and getting out to the house. His own cock was twitching in interest again already. He watched as Stiles palmed himself, teased himself and Derek with light touches on his jeans.
"You didn't come before, I'm going to blow you first thing." Derek says decisively as they pull into the drive of his house.
"I'm approving of that statement." Stiles says as he pushes a hand up under his shirt and t-shirt and flicks it across a nipple. Derek flat-out groans as he sees him out of the corner of his eye.
He refuses to take his eyes off the driveway now. Pulling up out front of the house Stiles is out of the vehicle and running lightly up the steps before he has switched off the engine.
"Running doesn't matter, I'll still find you." Derek calls out as he gets out and locks his SUW.
"I fucking hope so." Stiles calls back as he opens the door with the key Derek had given him and dashes insides, leaving it open behind him for Derek.
Walking inside, Derek locks up behind himself. He checks and makes sure the house is still secure from when the builders had been here yesterday. Then with slow, measured treads he walks up the stairs.
He doesn't search for Stiles, knowing full well he'll be in their bedroom. Stepping inside Derek isn't disappointed. Stiles is there, with the candles burning again. Derek flicks off the overhead light, it's only a bare bulb at present as the electricity has just been connected. He's still to choose what lights he wants in the rooms.
Derek watches as Stiles begins to strip. Slow and steady, letting his clothes fall where they will until he is naked. He steps back to the bed and sits down on it, pushes himself back until he's lying flat on his back in the middle of the bed, Derek had had a double bed that would eventually be a spare room bed erected in here last week when he and Stiles had made the plans to stay here tonight.
"How do you want me?" Stiles whispers to him as his hands begin to wander sinfully over his body, pinching his nipples, scratching lightly at his stomach, stroking his neck and face and then back down before eventually stopping on his erect and dripping cock.
"Exactly where you are." Derek answered him as he stood at the foot of the bed and disrobed, his t-shirt coming off first. He sat on the bed to unlace his boots and remove them along with his socks. He feels movement and suddenly Stiles is there, his cock drawing wet pattern' of pre-come over his broad back.
Derek stills after he moves his hips and then pushes his jeans off his legs so he is sitting naked on the bed with Stiles drawing in pre-come on his body. He feels the patterns and smiles.
"I love you too." He answers back to Stiles non-verbal words.
A chuckle reaches him. "Glad you got what I was spelling dude." Derek pushed back and Stiles went with him. Then he twisted and settled between Stiles' spread thighs.
"I did, my mother used to play that game with me as a way for me to lean my alphabet." Derek said softly.
He watched Stiles grin at him. "My mum used to do it when she was in hospital. She could talk to me without the doctor's and nurses' hearing." Stiles said.
Derek leans down to kiss Stiles and Stiles opens for him. Their tongues melding together, wet and slippery. Pulling away a little, Derek kisses down Stiles neck and over his collarbone. He nips at Stiles' nipples and sucks a little.
Following Stiles body, kissing and licking his way down to his restless hips as they move mindlessly in pleasure. He stills Stiles' movements and just looks at Stiles' now circumcised cock.
"Fucking beautiful." He murmurs as he looks up at Stiles. He sees that he is flushed all over as Derek loves. He smiles and leans down, inhaling Stiles' smell. "Blow job or rim job?" He looks up into Stiles warning light eyes.
"BJ and fingers, you're gonna eat me out when you've come in my ass anyway." Stiles answers him almost petulantly and Derek snuffs a laugh against his thigh as he opens his jaw and begins to suck strongly. "Fuck. You fucker." Stiles says now as his legs move restlessly.
Pulling off, Derek licks the inflamed flesh proudly and then kisses his way up to Stiles' turgid and dripping cock. He looks up and keeping eye contact with Stiles he opens his mouth and swallow him down, his tongue laving along the underside of Stiles' cock.
As he buries his face in Stile's pubic bone Derek hears him gasping. His hands are trying to fist in Derek's too short hair and his hips are trying to thrust up unsuccessfully from where Derek has him pinned.
"Fuck, Derek, fuck, don't tease me, not tonight." Stiles pleads as he looks down at Derek, buried in his groin. Derek grins around his cock and comes off slowly. His tongue slides around his now exposed head and Stiles groans. His hips arch, or try to. Then he feels somehow slippery fingers at his hole and he spreads his legs like a fucking slut.
"I'm not teasing you baby, you need it I know. But we've got to still be careful remember?" Stiles tries to catch his breath, to calm down, but he is aroused, has been aroused since he'd sucked Derek off in front of Danny.
That he'd done something like that without thought, fuck that had been hot. But not something he wanted to do again. As soon as it was over he'd wanted to be alone with Derek. Thankfully Derek had read his mind and they'd left immediately. "I don't want to do that again, with Danny. With anyone." He says fretfully as his emotions suddenly overwhelm him.
And like that Derek's fingers are gone, his mouth no longer on his cock, leaving it cold and exposed in the air. But then he is gathered into Derek's arms, being cuddled gently against his body. "Shh, it's okay. I know. I'm happy with it being just us. I only did that because you looked like you were enjoying it, you're more than enough for me to keep up with. Your mind baby is so deviant, I'm never going to be bored. I was worried you might not feel the same way." Derek strokes him the entire time he speaks.
He pauses between words to kiss and lick and nuzzle at Stiles, making sure Stiles is aware he means every single word he's saying. Stiles feels his panic recede. They cuddle for a long while. Derek stroking him and Stiles just leaning and letting himself be loved on.
"I never thought I'd find someone who liked me the way I am. Who didn't want to change me. And I never thought I'd find someone while I was still an adolescent. But I mean what I had you ink on my arms Derek. Like you said our first night together, forever and everything. I want that with you, no one else." Stiles sits up, drawing away from Derek's warmth for a bit.
"I've been meaning to tell you, I'm taking all those AP courses to graduate early. According to the principal I should be graduating by Thanksgiving. I wanted to finish high school when I was still eighteen. And I want it over. I'm over being schooled." He lies back down again and Derek picks up stroking his body where he'd left off.
"No college?" He questioned finally. "How long have you known about the early graduation? Does anyone else know?"
"No college, at least for now. Maybe community college, I just want to work first, don't know where, don't care where, just work. And I've known about it longer than I've known you. Dad and I talked to the principal before you and Cora and Peter came back to town." Stiles feels Derek relax a little at his words.
"Don't worry, it wasn't you, you're not making me change anything, or try to finish school earlier because of you. And no, you and Dad are the only ones who know, no Danny knows, he's doing the same. He got held back a year too, only he was the sick one."
"When are you going to tell Scott?" Derek questioned quietly as he stroked up and down Stiles' back.
"Soon I guess. He'll be okay, he's got Allison, Cora and Isaac. We've been drifting since he hooked up with Allison anyway. Don't even think he realises it. His mother does." Stiles is hurt, Scott hadn't tried to contact him, hadn't been bent out of shape enough to be angry at him over being circumcised and not telling Scott beforehand.
"Shh, whether you drift or not, whether you stay brothers or not, don't worry about it now." Derek whispers as he pushes Stiles up and back over to sprawl on his back. His mouth is on his soft cock again and it hardens quickly in his mouth. He drags his tongue up and down Stiles' cock and then begins to suck as his fingers begin to press inside Stiles body, stretching him, stroking his prostate.
"Oh God, fuck yes Derek, yes." Stiles is muttering words, he knows he is but he doesn't know what they are. He only knows he's loving the treatment he's getting. His cockhead feels extra sensitive as Derek lavishes attention on it.
Nor raw, not sore. Just sensitive. Stiles loved that it was there, Derek didn't need to push back his foreskin for it, it was just there now, like Derek's was. "Oh God, I'm so fucking glad I got cut." Stiles manages to elaborate on his current feelings.
"You had a gorgeous cock before, now though? Spectacular." Derek says as he pops off to speak to him. Then he sucks Stiles back down again. Stiles feels his balls draw up even as Derek's long middle finger strokes his prostate.
"Fuck." He chants over and over, He explodes in Derek's mouth, filling it with his come. He opens his eyes to see Derek looking at him, watching his face as he comes. That makes Stiles' come just a little more.
Then Derek is pulling away and moving up, sliding his throbbing cock inside Stiles' still spasming hole. "Fuccck." He draws the word out as he finally bottoms out in Stiles. "I fucking missed being inside your hot ass." He says as he leans over on his hands, letting his hips just push relentlessly into Stiles so his cock is just, braced inside him.
Stiles looks up at Derek as he stares down at him. He slides his arms down Derek's body as he grabs his ass and pushes him further inside. "God, yes." Stiles wants Derek to fuck him and fuck him hard.
He brings up his right leg and pushing Derek back a little slides it in front of Derek and then across as he twists his body with Derek still inside him. He angles his right leg, bends it and they both groan as Derek pushes into Stiles a little further with the change in position.
Then Stiles twists his torso back so he is looking up at Derek's beautiful face again. "Fuck me." He says slowly and clearly. "Hard, make me come again without a touch on my cock."
Raising an eyebrow Derek looks down at Stiles challenging grin. Shaking his head he pulls back a little and braces himself, one hand on the bed, the other on Stiles' canted right hip. Then he looks back at Stiles from under his brows. "As you wish." He grins as Stiles huffs at the old line from Princess Bride.
And he does. Hard and fast, short thrusts, repeatedly hammering Stiles' prostate until he is a massive throbbing body of nerves, his cock hard, erect and dripping again. Sweat slicks their skin, pools in dips and valleys on their bodies and soaks into the bed.
Mired in each other and the pleasure they're drawing they fuck mindlessly, like animals. Derek feels his cock piercing pushing against Stiles prostate and it sets off a chain reaction. He see's Stiles come, his cock exploding again, even as he feels his ass spasm around his cock.
Stiles drags Derek into orgasm with him. Feeling Derek flooding his ass, he spasms strongly as he flashes on Derek sucking it out of him later on. And he reaches up, grabs Derek's nipple piercings and twists them teasingly making Derek moan and his hips stutter in his orgasm. Making him come more.
When he goes to pull out though, Stiles stops him. "No, not yet." Instead he twists around again, hooks his leg back up until Derek is again fully seated between his legs. Cock going soft but still snug in his ass. Stiles pulls him down and they lie there together. Their heartbeats thundering in each other's ears.
Derek grins sometime later when he realises their breathing and heartbeats have synced. He wishes they'd be like that all the time. Pulling back slightly, Derek looks down at Stiles. His forever and everything. "I should get the same tattoos." He says quietly as he looks at the words he'd inked on Stiles.
"Yeah, that'd be cool." Stiles murmurs sleepily.
"I've got an expo I'm going to, my mentor will be there, I'll get him to do it then. Same place?" Derek asked.
"Yeah, I think so, but words on opposite shoulders, so whatever side we're on with each other, they're both there, yeah?" Derek nodded as he leaned in to kiss Stiles slowly.
Eventually he softens enough that he slides out of Stiles though neither of them made any move to cause it to happen. Pulling back a little Derek looks down. Stiles is still splayed and wide open, his hole is pulsing come.
He looks at Stiles sharply when his hole flexes and pushes out. Stiles grins. "Been practicing I see." Derek says with a grin as he slides himself back on the bed.
"You seem to like my hole, the least I could do is make it present for you." Stiles says as he feels his whole body flush. "Besides, I had some spare time on my hands what with not being able to jerk off for a while and stuff." He feels his body heat as Derek just stares.
Then, "Do it again." Stiles pushes, flexes and present his asshole again for Derek in a perfect rosebud. Derek groaned loudly. "That is so fucking sexy. So fucking sexy, you have no idea what it does to me to see you do that for me." He says as he leans down, his elbows spreading Stiles thighs for him and his mouth glides over Stiles hole.
Stiles lets his muscles relax as Derek tongues him. He feels the odd drawing sensation as Derek sucks and his come moves out, toward Derek's mouth where he swallows. "Save the last for me." He says as he leans up on his elbows, watching Derek lick at his ass, suck at it, draw his own come out and swallow it down.
"Deviant is right." He mutters as he sees his cock twitching again. "We are so fucking deviant." He grins as Derek winks at him. "Sick, twisted, hot, sexy, monogamous and mine!"
Stiles pounces suddenly and pushes Derek on his back. Well, Derek lets himself be pushed on his back. Stiles isn't stupid enough to think he could move his mountain unless his mountain wanted to be moved.
But one day, he knew he'd do it. He slides his body over Derek, rubbing off on him, grins when Derek rubs back. Leaning down Stiles kisses him, then pulls back and rolls over so he's presenting his ass to Derek. "Have at me then, when you make me hard again I'm going to fuck you."
Derek's moan is music to Stiles' ears. He feels Derek spread his cheeks and pushes back insistently, looking for the warm, wet glide of Derek's slightly rough tongue over his ass. He loved Derek rimming him, as much as Derek loved rimming him.
And he loved when Derek took his time and built him up so he just came from being rimmed without a touch on his cock. But tonight, though, tonight he wanted to fuck Derek's ass.
He wanted to fuck his virgin circumcised cock into his man's hot, clinging and somehow fucking wet ass. He wanted to stay there until he'd come and then still stay there just like Derek had before until he'd softened so much he just fell out.
And then, "I want to plug you, after I come in your ass, I want to plug you so you're stuck with me inside you for a bit." The sudden bite on his ass cheek made Stiles cry out in a mixture of shock, pain and arousal. Derek had never bitten him so hard before.
"You need a plug, do you have one?" Derek's voice is husky as he pulls back, his fingers pushing inside Stiles and twisting and turning, slicking themselves up with his own come. The slurp tells Stiles that he's sucking on them now. Then, Stiles is pushed down and rolled over. Derek moves over him and up the bed, his form sinuous in the flickering light.
He reminds Stiles of an animal the way he moves, he always has. Predatory, silent. Deadly almost. Like a wolf or something. He opens his mouth as Derek kisses him and does as Stiles asked, shares his come.
Derek's hand moves to his cock, it's lubed. Stiles has given up wondering how he manages to lube himself without Stiles himself realising he's done it. Stiles feels the lube, warm from Derek's hand be spread over his cock.
Then Derek pulls back. "How do you want to fuck me?"
"On your stomach, next time I want you to ride me though." Stiles answers. Derek turns and then twists and flops on the bed, his head down the foot of it. He rests on his elbows and looks back at Stiles.
"Well? What are you waiting for? I thought you wanted to fuck me?" He raises one of his eyebrows querulously and Stiles grins.
"Bossy bottom aren't you?" He sticks out his tongue and then moves between Derek's legs, his own knees spreading them even further. "No prep huh? Guess you want to be feeling me for a while then don't you?"
"I do, now fuck me." Derek orders Stiles as he begins to push his ass back, Stiles spreads his butt cheeks and pushes forward until the exposed head of his cock is at Derek's entrance. It's wrinkled and tight and Stiles knows Derek is going to feel this.
Steadying himself now with one hand he begins to push, slow and steady on Derek's hole. Not hard enough to bother his still healing scar tissue though. Derek groans and pushes back suddenly and Stiles' cock slides inside the warm haven of Derek's ass.
"Fuck, you're like coming home." Stiles mutters as he moans like a filthy whore when he's fully seated in Derek.
"Yeah, I've missed you being there." Derek says as he tilts his head a little and twists to look up at Stiles. Stiles leans down and they kiss awkwardly for a few seconds. Then he pushes forward, pulls out and then fucks back in again, snapping his hips so Derek is pushed into the bed.
"You like that don't you?" He asks Derek as he moves his hands until he's on his palms, they're under Derek's arms, on either side of his body. Stiles rests all of his body over Derek, lets him feel Stiles everyfuckingwhere. "You like me fucking you hard and deep, making you feel me for days, don't you Der? Tell me now." Stiles whispers in to Derek as he pulls himself back, his eyes rove Derek's tattooed body, "Mine." He mutters as he moves back and forth, again finishing with that snap of his hips that pushes Derek down into the bed.
"God, fuck, yes. Yours, always." Derek answers Stiles statement instead of the questions he'd asked.
"And you like feeling me like the fucking phantom in your ass for days don't you Der?" Stiles goes back to his original questions.
"I do, fuck I do, when I'm at work, I love to move and wince and know that you caused me to feel that way." Derek answers Stiles. He would, of course he would. He would do anything for Stiles. "You make me need like I've never needed." He gives Stiles everything in that sentence.
And Stiles takes it. "You think you don't do the same for me?" Stiles is breathless now, his cock feels full and over-sensitive in Derek's ass, but not painful like the doctor said to watch out for.
He just feels...right. It feels right to not have his foreskin there too. He doesn't have to worry about cleaning under it, whether he's missed something when Derek sucks him. He knows, like he knows now, that it's all good.
"Like you said from the beginning Der, everything." Stiles fucks hard and fast now, loosening Derek's ass, making it his, owning it. "I'm gonna fuck you so much that you're always gonna be loose and open for me. I'll just have to look at you and you'll be opening for me, gonna come for me Der? Without me touching you, you gonna come all over the mattress for me? I'll make you lick it off, I know you'd like that."
Derek's groan of pained pleasure told Stiles everything he needed to know. He was going to come, and he'd lick himself off the bed if Stiles told him to. "Oh you are a dirty, dirty fucker. And I fucking love it." Stiles muttered as he leaned down and licked a wet stripe up and then down Derek's spine.
He could feel his balls drawing up at the vision of Derek licking his own come off the bed. Fuck, he wanted, needed to see that. And he'd lick right there along with Derek he knew. And they'd swap and share mouthfuls. Oh fuck, he was so done. He was just as dirty and deviant as Derek. It was a good thing they'd found each other he thought idly as he continued to fuck Derek.
Slowing down a little Stiles reached for Derek's shoulders, pulled and tugged on them until Derek was moving up off the bed and into Stiles' arms. They were now kneeling on the bed, Derek held flush against Stiles' lean body.
Stopping his movement, Stiles just hugged Derek to him for a time. One arm sliding languidly around Derek's waist, the other around his shoulders, palming and tugging on a nipple ring as he did so. Keeping Derek flush against him, Stiles kissed and sucked at his neck, he shivered as Derek moaned in pleasure.
"Gonna jerk you off, want to see if you coming will make me come too." Stiles mutters as his hand moves from Derek's waist to his cock. He strokes it softly, not holding or tugging just yet.
"Oh God, seriously? And I'm the dirty fucker? Well if I'm dirty, then you're just twisted. Twisted like the knot on a tree twisted." Derek says in a choked whisper. "Who the hell thinks of that?"
Stiles laughed. "Nice try, I know it turned you on my precious." He lisps the last two words and Derek shudders.
"Not Lord of The Rings, I beg you. Any quote's but those, please."
Stiles huffed a laugh."Okay, but you can't quote…Game of Thrones. Those books were just fucking creepy, like almost paedophilic with their ages and shit." Stiles shuddered and not on a good way when he thought of those books.
"Deal, you gonna jerk me off or am I doing it myself?" Derek asks. Then he squeezes his ass muscles on Stiles' cock making him groan and lose his train of thought.
"Fuck, you fucker, trying to top me." He very nearly thrusts before he remembered what he was actually doing. His hand begins to move on Derek's cock again, stroking, petting almost. His fingers tangling almost absentmindedly in the piercing, his thumbnail pushing into Derek's slit.
Derek shuddered as Stiles' thumbnail pushed into his slit. "I uh, like that." He is embarrassed to admit this kink.
"What, slit play? Stiles is stroking him a little firmer now, but still without any type of rhythm or pattern.
"Yeah, oh God," He says on a sigh as Stiles' thumbnail returns to his slit.
"You Derek Hale, Derek Hale who belongs to Stiles Stilinski have quite the plethora of kinks don't you?" Stiles noses Derek's neck, inhaling his sweat and arousal. It made him almost high.
"Um yes?" Derek answers with a question. "Do you have a problem with that?" He asks now even as he tries to move on Stiles' cock where it's still snuggled tight in his ass.
Stiles stops him, his other arm moving to wrap tightly around his hips. "No Der, I love you and your kinks. I've got a few of my own as you know." Stiles answers him. He begins to stroke Derek's cock in a rhythm now, starting to build him to an orgasm.
"No moving, want to see if I can do this, if you can make me come like this." He says.
If Stiles could have seen Derek's face right then he'd have known the answer was going to be yes. Because Derek started to squeeze and release his internal muscles. Wrapping them tightly around Stiles cock and then releasing them, pulsing them, squeezing erratically and then using a rhythm.
He could feel Stiles' heartbeat against his back stutter and then pick up. "Are you grinning at me Derek Hale?" Stiles says as he cranes his neck to look at Derek's face.
"I am." Derek answers, he's breathless as he continues to use his muscles to fuck Stiles' cock.
"I should have known better, of course you'd still be able to fuck me." Stiles says on a laugh as his hand settles in to make Derek come. Derek matches Stile' hand with his ass muscles on Stiles' cock.
"Oh fuck, that is good. You are amazing. So glad you're mine." Stiles is spouting gibberish now as Derek's muscles almost…flutter on him, like each muscle is tensing and releasing individually on his cock without any particular rhythm. It was the oddest and yet most amazing sensation.
"Fuck, how the fuck did you learn how to do that?" He asks on a whine as he feels his balls draw up. His hand is a blur on Derek's cock now and his other hand drops from Derek's hips to slide under his balls and tug on his perineum rings.
"Yes, harder." Derek says as he tries to shuffle his knees apart even further. He rolls his head back, rests it on Stiles' shoulder, leans into his neck as he focuses on his own cock and ass. His balls draw up and he moans, long and low as he releases in pulses that his ass matches on Stiles' cock.
"Oh fuck." Derek grins as he feels Stiles start to fill his ass.
As Stiles' hand stops moving on Derek's cock Derek takes it in his own hand and brings it to his face. "You did say I'd have to lick it off?" He questioned as he turned to look at Stiles. Stiles nodded and watched as Derek slowly licked and sucked his hand clean.
He moaned as he felt his cock twitch in Derek's ass. But that's all it was. He knew he was spent for now. When his hand is clean, Stiles holds Derek's hips, with Derek's hands over his own as he slowly pulls out.
He moves jerkily off the bed to his backpack and pulls out the plug. Derek looks at it and then rolls his eyes as he moves to the edge of the bed. He spreads his legs and props his feet on the side of the mattress as he waits for Stiles to come back to the bed and push in the plug.
Resting on his elbows he looks at Stiles. "In case you didn't realise, this is a kink."
"Oh, I realise." Stiles grins. "It stays in till morning." Derek shakes his head at Stiles' statement.
"Like me putting you in a collar is a kink." Derek looks at Stiles as he says this and Stiles stars at him.
"Seriously? You want me in a collar sometimes?" Derek can see the full body flush beginning and the twitch of Stiles cock as it struggles valiantly to rise.
"Yes, you were made to be collared. All long and lean and pale skin, and your neck. Your neck is made to wear collars." Derek watches Stiles' hand stroke over his neck.
"Okay. When?" He asks as he pushes the plug in, taps it and raises an eyebrow at Derek to confirm it's secure.
"It's good, comfortable too." Derek answers his query and then pushes back on the bed, drawing Stiles with him. "So did you already own it, or did you buy it just for me?" He teases Stiles as they get under the covers together.
"I bought it for you." Stiles is still flushing and Derek kisses him on the cheek.
"I'm glad, not that I mind sharing it, but I like that you bought it for me." Stiles ducked his head and Derek put a finger on his chin, drawing his beautiful eyes back up to meet his.
"Remember what I said, there is nothing about sex I find dirty. That means physically or mentally dirty yeah?" Stiles' eyelashes flutter over his cheekbones for a second before he looks back into Derek's eyes steadily.
"I remember." Stiles' flush deepened and Derek wondered what the hell he was thinking when he spoke again. "I, uh…watch a lot of porn, or I did. With Dad never being home and stuff, I've seen things." He flushed even deeper with that admission.
"Why would I have a problem with that?" Derek asks him as he sits back against the headboard, propping a pillow behind him. Stiles sits up and twists, drawing his legs up so he's resting his chin on them as he looks at Derek now.
"Because I've seen some kinky shit that turned me on and I want to try it out on you." Derek grinned as he tilted his head and breathed deeply.
"When?" He asked, his voice has deepened in arousal and he can feel his cock thickening.
"Well," Stiles looks down and then up again, his eyes closing and then opening. "Our first night together you mentioned me taking your whole hand." He whispers this, as if it's a shameful secret.
"I did, do you want that?" Derek asks as his heart jumps into his throat. To see Stiles like that, to hold him, literally hold him in his hand. It's all he can do not to try now.
"I'd like to try, I did some research, there's preparation, or there should be for a uh, clean and good result." He is mortified by this conversation but Derek keeping eye contact with him, his hand on Stiles' drawn up foot is keeping him grounded and centred.
"Okay, we can look at it together, when did you have in mind?" Derek asked Stiles softly.
"I thought not until summer, you know it's warm then and uh, you invited me to that expo in San Francisco with you. I thought maybe then?" He questioned. "We can talk about it, research, I can…practice the uh, enema part." He ducked his head as he said his last words.
"Not without me, if we're doing this, then I'm there for everything baby, everything." Derek says as he moves his hand from Stiles' foot up to his arm's where they're wrapped around his legs.
Releasing a sigh of relief Stiles nodded. Then he looked back at Derek. "What about you? I know about your food kink, and you mentioned slit play, which I've seen online by the way. What else?"
It was Derek's turn to swallow in trepidation now. He was laying himself bare for Stiles. "I was serious before, I'd love to put you in a collar."
Stiles frowned. "Like a BDSM collar?" Derek nodded. "I never got that vibe from you at all."
"No, I don't really have that, like you know the hard core players do. But every now and then I'd like to." Derek shrugged. "And if you come to the expo with me in the summer, you'll really need to, or carry a taser with you."
"What? Why?" Stiles asked as his eyes widen
"Because it's a BDSM expo. So there will be a shit ton of Dom's there and not all of them play nice unfortunately. The one rule they follow is they don't touch someone who is collared. Even Peter wears one when he comes."
"So why do you go to them then?" Stiles hadn't looked at a lot of BDSM when he'd been doing online research at all.
"Because the other thing Dom's like to do is mark their sub's. With ink and piercings. And I'm good at what I do, my mentor says they're getting requests for me still and when people heard I'd opened up shop here they said they'd come up. He told me to book a booth and see what happened. So I have." Derek shifted a little, brought his own legs up, rested one on Stiles' flank.
"So I talked about it with Peter, if it's profitable I'll go back next year, if it's not I won't." Derek watches Stiles process what he'd said.
"Do you uh, is play the right word? At these things?" Stiles asks as he frowns trying to wrap his head around what Derek has said.
"No, never. There's a huge BDSM community in San Francisco and I've been to a couple of clubs, but no. I've never played, not like that. I've watched some shows, but that's all. It's just the idea that you're wearing my collar more than anything."
"How come you don't wear a collar then? Why don't they bother you?"
"Because I dress as a Dom., leather pants, wristbands. And I usually let this grow out a bit." Derek touches his stubble. "I've been told my bearing helps." Stiles nods, that he gets.
"I wouldn't have thought Peter would have trouble, he's so, confident and I don't, just…" Stiles trailed off giving up on trying to make a point.
But Derek got it. "He's pretty, people make the mistake of not looking beyond the surface and they think he's a light and easy twink. The scars, they don't detract from that at all, which neither of us get."
"When he wore the Dom get up once, it didn't work. Which is fucking pathetic. Because he's way more dominant than submissive."
"Oh, don't tell me that, I'll be picturing him spanking my father and fuck! Now that image is in my brain, fuck!" Stiles batted at his face with his hands, comically trying to get it out of his head.
Derek laughed and pushed Stiles so he fell sideways on the bed. "Maybe, your dad is kinky and you inherited your kinky side from him." He laughs again as Stiles groans a protest.
"God, no. Please don't say that shit to me." Stiles rolls on his stomach and then gets on his hands an knees, presenting his ass to Derek unintentionally. Derek inhaled, smelling Stiles and himself and then leaned over and smacked it smartly before he soothed it with a wet kiss.
Groaning Stiles pushed back into Derek for a few seconds. Then they both pulled away Derek reached for Stiles and he moved back into Derek's arms. "I have to take my meds." Derek murmured an agreement.
"Yeah, and clean our teeth." He pulled away, pressing a kiss to Stiles' shoulder before he got up. Stepping to his own backpack he grabbed his toothbrush and went into the bathroom, switching on the bare bulb there too. He cleaned his teeth and brought his toothbrush back out as Stiles got up and took his own in.
Settling in bed after blowing out all but one candle Derek waited for Stiles. He watched as Stiles repacked his own toothbrush and then took up the container of his meds and opened it, he poured them directly into his mouth and swallow them down with some water. Blowing out the final candle he settled in bed beside Derek.
"I think, if you want to collar me, I'd like to wear something all the time that doesn't signify that I'm like, a submissive. Something leather. I'll like having you around my neck." He says quietly as he snuggles to Derek's side.
"You slay me Stiles." Derek says quietly as he draws him close and drops a kiss on his messy hair. "I know someone who makes stuff, we can take a look at her website." Derek paused for a few minutes. He could tell Stiles was still awake. "Do you want me to wear something too?" He knew he'd guessed correctly when Stiles relaxed infinitesimally against him.
"That'd be cool, maybe a bracelet though given you're uh, not a sub and shit." Nodding against Stiles' hair Derek agreed.
"Smart Stilinski, very smart." He felt Stiles snuggle in a bit more and he hugged him tighter.
"I aim to please." He paused as Derek's heart stuttered a little. "Well, you anyway."
Snorting out a laugh Derek closed his eyes. And holding Stiles close he slept.
Stiles smiled as he felt Derek sleep against him. He loved Derek Hale. And Derek Hale loved him. And, he shivered in pleasure, he'd finally been circumcised. He pulled Derek closer to him, he stirred briefly but didn't wake as Stiles pulled him in.
He was happy.