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Disclaimer: If I write it in a different language will it make it less true that I don't own teen wolf?

Derek rolled slightly in his sleep. Stiles held his breath, hoping he would stay asleep. He had other plans to wake him up today. Waiting patiently, he watched as Derek mumbled in his sleep, shifting to lay fully on his back.

Perfect, he thought, smirking.

Carefully inching the covers down Derek's chest, he paused to admire his boyfriend's muscles, remembering how he traced them last night. Pulling the quilt down fully, past Derek's hips, to about mid thigh, Stiles thanked whatever gods might be up there that Derek always slept naked.

And that whatever Derek was dreaming about was obviously good. He was already half hard.

Stiles licked his lips, leaning down to trail his tongue down Derek's shaft. He twitched, and Stiles held still until he relaxed again.

Then he slipped his lips over the head of Derek's cock and sucked gently, before sliding his mouth down so his nose was buried in Derek's pubic hair. Derek moaned in his sleep, and bucked his hips slightly. Stiles pulled back until he was barely touching Derek and then went straight back down, sucking hard as he did.

He repeated this action several times, and then added a hand into the mix, fondling Derek's balls.

"Stiles." Derek groaned. Stiles flicked his eyes upwards to check if he was asleep still. He was, somehow.

Stiles patted around with one hand for the lube on the bedside table, the new one he had bought that as of yet, Derek had not experienced. Cherry flavour. Stiles had always had a bit of a thing for cherry. Flipping the lid, he squirted some into the palm of his hand, making sure it coated his fingers, then circled Derek's ass and pressed one finger in slowly.

It was at this moment that Derek woke up.

"Fuck, Stiles!" He moaned, squirming under his ministrations. Stiles pulled his finger out and pushed it back in slowly, before doing it again and adding another finger. Derek groaned deeply, reaching for Stiles' head, tangling his hand into his hair. Stiles carried on sucking Derek's cock, then just when he felt Derek's balls tightening, he stopped, removed his fingers. Derek made a noise of disapproval.

"I want you to fuck me now." Stiles whispered. Derek eagerly leaned forward, capturing him in a deep kiss, tasting himself on Stiles' tongue, then tugged Stiles into his lap, grabbing the lube from him slicking his fingers, and then slipping one into him. Stiles moaned loudly, raised himself and then dropped back down onto Derek's finger. Derek added another, then another, Stiles steadily fucking himself on Derek's fingers. After a while, Derek pulled his hand free, Stiles whimpering as he did. Opening a drawer, Derek pulled out an unfamiliar bottle of lube, covered his cock in it, moaning as he did, and then pulled Stiles down on his cock quickly, stealing his breath. Stiles gasped in surprise, the tingling sensation he was experiencing was deeply pleasurable, and that and Derek's hand added fuel to his orgasm rather quickly. Riding Derek, he gasped and moaned, coming all over Derek's chest and neck, shuddering as he did.

"Derek." He groaned. Derek didn't stop fucking him though, flipping them and pressing Stiles into the mattress. Stiles twitched from the over stimulation, then his eyes widened as he felt another orgasm building. Derek grinned, letting go of Stiles' cock and fucked into him, grunting.

Both heard the door open, Cora faintly asking if they wanted Chinese for dinner that night, then shrieking as she saw her brother's bare backside. Both came uncontrollably hard, Stiles completely untouched, gasping.

"I don't care how long I thought you were dead, Derek, I did not want to see your naked ass while you screwed your boyfriend!"

Cora had left by the time they turned around. Derek could faintly hear her swearing in a way that would make sailors blush. He groaned, turning to face Stiles.

"Oops." Stiles shrugged.

"She's gonna bitch about this for weeks." Derek mumbled.

"Ah, well at least we got something nice out of it." Stiles chuckled. Derek rolled his eyes, and pulled Stiles back down for another round.