"That was fun but I'm glad it's over now." Stiles moved from his chair to the couch and sank into the cushions with a sigh. They had parted with Abby and Haley when they had left the park.
Abby would bring Haley over on Wednesday and Sunday so that she could walk Jack. Derek didn't know what Stiles had planned for those days but he would bet money that Haley wouldn't just walk the dog and leave again.
"They're nice people," Derek said and took his seat next to Stiles. Then he put Stiles' legs in his lap and started to massage his calves and feet.
"I'm good," Stiles tried to protest but got more comfortable when Derek gave him a look.
"You're so bossy," Stiles muttered but then he closed his eyes. Derek knew that Stiles wasn't feeling anything of what he was doing down here but it always helped Stiles to relax.
"Haley wants to start drawing," Derek suddenly remembered and it might be good to give Stiles a headsup.
"She said that?" Stiles blinked his eyes open and tried to come up to a sitting position. Derek pushed him back down and kept massaging his legs.
"Abby said something about asking for your advice here and there." He didn't know about Haley's side of the conversation. "But don't start with a schedule right now. She's a kid, tomorrow she probably wants to play the drums or she wants to dance."
"You're probably right." Stiles relaxed again. "But she's persistent with Jack. She would have practiced with him for another hour if I had let her. But Jack needed a break."
Derek looked over to Jack who was on his blanket, already sleeping. Ginger had snuggled up to him, it was a cute sight. Cute enough for him to abandon Stiles' legs for a moment and to take a picture which he instantly put on Instagram.
"You are going to be a social media addict soon," Stiles predicted but he hummed in content when Derek put the phone away and started on his legs again.
"Abby asked about my pictures," he said after a moment. "And the collar."
"What did you tell her?" Stiles didn't even crack an eye open at that. Everybody asked those questions sooner or later.
"The usual." Derek shrugged. "And a bit more."
That did get him a reaction from Stiles.
"Did you tell her that you're wearing the cage?"
"Of course not." When she had asked about his relationship with Stiles, the cage had come back to mind but otherwise, he hadn't thought about it all day. This was his third day locked up and by now he was so used to it that he forgot about it most of the time.
"And she's okay with it?" Stiles asked.
A lot of people weren't. Especially with a kid around. Derek didn't really understand that line of thought, he would never expose a kid or anybody for that matter to his sex life not matter if it was vanilla or kinky.
"She is. She even promised to get us a bedroom big enough for our needs." He still couldn't believe that part.
"She's awesome."
Done with Stiles' calves Derek moved farther up. Stiles' thighs were tense too and methodically he started to work on the hard strands of muscles. And if he was getting closer to Stiles' crotch, it would just be coincidence, right?
"Are you planning something?" Stiles asked but did nothing to stop him.
"I want you to relax so I don't have to dump you in the bathtub in the middle of the night," Derek said and ran a firm hand down the outsides of his legs and up on the inside. Then he did it again. He always stopped short of Stiles' crotch and moved to the outside. No inappropriate touching, just a good old massage.
"Keep up with that and I might get the idea to let you ride me," Stiles said but he was still lying relaxed and he had his eyes closed again. "I would leave the cage on, get you all hot and bothered, and after I shot my come into you I would leave you just like that. With your dick still locked away and my come leaking out of your used hole. You would be so horny but you would know that you won't get release tonight."
While Stiles talked, Derek kept his rhythm, up on the inside, down on the outside, but he felt the heat pooling in his belly. Then he stopped, hands resting on Stiles' hips with this thumbs in the crease where the leg ended.
"You would like that, wouldn't you?" Now Stiles was looking at him with hunger in his eyes.
"Yes." Derek held his gaze for a moment but then he lowered his eyes. "Please."
"Touch me," Stiles said and Derek's hands flew to his fly. But Stiles stopped him. "Through the jeans. Use your mouth as well."
That he could do. Derek palmed him through the stiff fabric, jeans weren't the best choice for this kind of thing and Stiles was not even hard yet which made it even more difficult. Derek started with gentle strokes, broadly covering the whole area before he started to focus more on the center. Stiles was getting hard under him, the line of his cock becoming more and more palpable. With the heel of his hand, Derek rubbed the base and then firmly along the line of his cock. It got him a sweet noise from Stiles.
"Don't forget your mouth," Stiles reminded him.
Obediently Derek ducked in but instead of sucking he sealed his lips over where he thought the tip of Stiles cock was and blew hot air through the fabric.
"Hmm," Stiles made. His hands came down to Derek's head, holding him in place. "Get me nice and sloppy, it's going to be the only lube you'll get."
That thought sent shivers down Derek's spine and he started to lick and suck in earnest now. By the time Stiles let him free his cock, the denim was soaked through and even Stiles' boxers were damp.
"You have one minute before I shove this up your ass." Stiles grabbed the base of his cock to make his point clear. "And you can only use your tongue to slick me up, you better start now."
Stiles actually took his phone out to measure the minute so Derek didn't waste time. This would have been way easier if he was allowed to take Stiles into his mouth, which was exactly the point, so he tried his best to work up enough saliva and to spread it over Stiles' shaft with little licks.
"Time's up," Stiles announced. He sounded way too composed for somebody who's junk had been under Derek's hand and mouth for minutes now but Stiles didn't give him time to think about that for too long. "Drop your pants and then ride me."
A second later Derek's pants were gone and he was straddling Stiles with the tip of Stiles' erection just nudging his entrance. Derek wanted to guide him in slowly to give his own body time to adjust but Stiles had other ideas. With both hands on Derek's hips, he slammed him down.
Derek let out a strangled cry, more out of surprise than pain, he was used to way bigger things up there, he didn't need any prep to take Stiles.
"Move." Stiles slapped his ass. "And make sure to hit your sweet spot, I want you to be begging me to let you come before I'm done with you."
Derek swallowed thickly but then he started to push up and to slam back down, dragging Stiles' cock just right over his insides.
Spit was not a good lube but Derek liked the burn. Not that Stiles gave him time to think. With his hands on Derek's hips, he forced him into a hard rhythm, babbling about how nice and tight Derek's ass was, how good he was taking him.
Derek felt his own dick straining against the cage but he was not able to get hard. By now he should be used to it, he had worn the cage quite often but it was just as frustrating as the first time. His useless dick flopped between his legs, precome oozing out of the plastic but that was all that was happening down there.
"Are you getting desperate?" Stiles asked. He let go of Derek's hip with one hand to reach between his legs. Derek felt his balls slapping into Stiles' palm with every thrust but that was all he felt, the plastic sheath protected him from every kind of touch.
"Yes." Derek breathed out but kept his rhythm. "Please." He knew it wouldn't gain him anything, Stiles had said that he wouldn't let him come today, but the word still fell from his lips.
"I like it when you beg," Stiles told him and on the next down his hand closed around Derek's balls. It was only when a sharp pain lanced through him that Derek realized that Stiles' hand had not moved with him. Derek switched to more shallow thrusts to keep the stretch on his balls bearable while Stiles kept him in an iron grip, his hand not moving an inch with Derek.
"Keep on moving," Stiles ordered and emphasized it with a hard squeeze.
With a strangled cry Derek fell forward, he had to brace himself on Stiles' chest but he tried to come up higher again.
"Ride me like you mean it."
Derek nodded and sat up straighter again.
The pain came in sharp lances up his spine but he did come up high again. Slamming down on Stiles' shaft was a relief on his balls, short-lived but still. By now Derek's legs were trembling and he couldn't help the pained noises coming out of his mouth but he did ride Stiles like he meant it.
Suddenly Stiles went rigid under him, which meant his hand clamped up as well, squeezing Derek's balls hard, while he was coming deep in Derek.
Derek screamed, it felt as if Stiles wanted to rip his balls right off but then the pain eased off and Derek slumped forward. Head hanging and chest heaving, he tried to catch his breath.
"That was good." Stiles threw an arm over his eyes and for a moment he just lay there, also catching his breath. But for a different reason than Derek. Because Derek was still horny. His balls were on fire but that was not enough to erase the rest. The heat was still deep in his belly and he was hyper-aware of his prostate, a thrumming bundle in his core. And his dick had still not gotten the message and was still trying to get hard in the cage.
"Please," Derek begged. "Please, Stiles. I need to ..."
"You need to come?" Stiles had taken his arm down and was now looking up at him, a dark expression on his face. He reached behind Derek, spreading him so that his spent dick just slipped out of him, leaving him empty.
"Nice and sloppy." He probed his hole with the tip of a finger. "This is how I like you. Your dick locked away, your hole used and you all horny. You're horny, aren't you?"
"Yes." Derek jerked his head in a nod, his ass clenching around Stiles' finger in the desperate search for anything that would give him relief.
"You want me to make you come?"
"Yes. Please." Derek felt tears pricking his eyes when Stiles let go of his hole and reached for his front instead. He braced himself for the pain but Stiles just weighted his balls gently in his hand.
"How long have you been locked in?"
"Three days." Derek didn't even have to think about that answer. It had been three frustrating days. At least when Stiles had used him. But so far he had only demanded his mouth or hand, this was the first time he had actually fucked him.
"Let's make it three more," Stiles decided. "I want these full and ready to burst, I want you to shoot a massive load when I finally let you come."
Derek's brain got stuck on three days. Usually, it wouldn't be a problem but right now it was too long. Three minutes were too long. He needed to come. Now.
"Please." Derek's whole body trembled in need but Stiles didn't show mercy. He played with his balls some more before he let go of him.
"No," he said firmly. "Three more days. And just to make it clear. I'm going to fuck you on all three days and each time I'm going to leave you exactly like this. With my come dripping out of you and you begging for release."
Derek whined deep in his throat but he knew there was nothing he could do. So when Stiles slapped his ass and told him to get going and clean them up, he did exactly that.
