Heat Wave.
Stiles could feel his breath come out ragged. It was too hot all around him.
He blinked open his eyes but could see only darkness, his eyes watering from the pressing hotness all around him, trying to choke his body.
He tried to scramble upwards but was stuck, something pinning him to the hot, hot ground.
Panic was rising with every passing second.
There was a small cackle of hushed laughter somewhere to his side, he whipped his head around but couldn't see anything.
But he could hear a ragged breathing, so so familiar ragged breathing that sent chills down his spine.
It couldn't be, it just couldn't but it was.
- Void. - Stiles choked on his own words, gasping for breath but feeling only pressing hotness.
Then all of a sudden he appeared in front of Stiles, smiling his wicked fox smile, dark circles painting his eyes.
He let his fingertips run over Stiles' cheek before letting out another chuckle.
Something hot and sticky was starting to poll around Stiles body and when he looked all he could see was hot, fresh blood, slowly, slowly polling all around him, ready to drown him.
He wanted to scream but he couldn't even open his mouth, all he could do was watch the Void Stiles stand over him with that wicked fox smile, high on Stiles' pain and panic.
Stiles was thrashing and screaming in his nightmare, shooting upright in terror. It took most of Derek's werewolf strength to hold him still so Stiles wouldn't flung himself out the massive loft window.
- Stiles, Stiles. It's okay, it's okay, you are okay. It was a nightmare, just a nightmare. - Derek tried to sooth Stiles, holding him flush against his own body.
He could sense how terrified Stiles was, how high his anxiety got and then there was also pain, mental mixing together with physical pain from such nightmares.
Derek hated how often Stiles still had his terrifying nightmares, it has gotten easier over the years but there were still dark imprints left from the Void.
- He was back… - Stiles finally choked out over tears, his body shaking in Derek's arms, his fingers digging into Derek's skin like his life depended on it, and right now it probably did.
- He isn't back, he will never be back. We won, you won. He is gone. You are free. - Derek pressed a soft kiss on top of Stiles head, sucking away most of Stiles' pain.
After a couple minutes Stiles finally moved, tilting his head up and pressing their lips together into a needy kiss.
Derek gladly answered the kiss, giving Stiles all the comfort he could.
Stiles shifted around till he was sitting in Derek's lap, deepening their kiss with even bigger desperation, letting his fingers grip at Derek's sleep mussed hair.
Derek wrapped his arms around Stiles' waist, running one hand up and down his spine in a soothing motion.
He could feel the change in Stiles' scent, anxiety draining away and getting replaced by something more heady, more aroused.
And then there it was, Stiles pushing his hips forward against Derek's, grinding down to get some friction on his hardening cock.
Derek let his mouth fall open at the pleasant motion, tightening his hold on Stiles.
Stiles starts to bite down on Derek's bottom lip, sucking it in his mouth while grinding down even harder, small whine escaping him when Derek's hardening dick brushed his own.
He gripped at Derek even harder, kissing him like there was no tomorrow while grinding down in earnest, drawing moan after moan from Derek.
But just as suddenly Stiles' hands were gone from Derek's hair, one landing to hold on to Derek's shoulder while with other Stiles reached for Derek's bedside table, grabbing a bottle of lube. He didn't waste any time, pulling Derek's hand in his and coating his fingers with lube before rising up a bit more on his knees.
Their eyes locked and all Derek could feel was lust and want and need, Stiles' eyes fully blown, his lips parted and cheeks flushed, hair sticking up in all directions while sweat already coated his temples.
Derek kept their eyes locked while slipping one finger slowly inside Stiles, moaning at how Stiles bit down on his bottom lip, a choked moan escaping from somewhere deep in his chest.
Stiles gripped Derek's shoulders a bit tighter, already urging him on.
It was a big surprise to Derek how silent Stiles could be while having sex. For some reason he have thought that even sex and pleasure couldn't shut Stiles up but then he learned different.
First time he had blown Stiles, he had earned only a couple of gasped moans, he had been so damn afraid that he was doing something wrong but slowly over time he learned that it was just how it was, that Stiles could get so gone on Derek that he just couldn't talk.
Derek starts to move his finger, slowly, agonizing slowly.
Stiles shot him an annoyed look, grinding down against Derek's straining dick and biting down on Derek's neck, earning a loud moan from him.
And really, they didn't need words to communicate while having sex, they understood each other from simple movements. Like right now, Stiles needed something fast and sloppy, no teasing.
So Derek moved his finger faster, earning a loud exhale from Stiles and a row of sloppy kisses over his neck before he was pulled into another bruising kiss.
It didn't take long for him to add a second finger, Stiles' grinding down on them just as much as trying to grind down against Derek's dick, still not letting go of kissing Derek.
Derek loved watching Stiles like this, high on pleasure.
Stiles let out a loud moan when Derek's fingers brushed over that sweet bundle of nerves before reaching over and snatching a condom, not even waiting before ripping it open and rolling it on Derek.
Derek only just managed to pull his fingers out before Stiles was already sitting up, directing Derek's dick to his hole before slowly sinking down, their moans matching, fingers locking over skin, sure to leave bruises.
- Derek… - Stiles let out a soft whine, clenching around Derek, his fingernails digging into Derek's chests.
- Stiles. - Derek moaned, trying to relax his hold on Stiles' hips as to not bruise them too much but before he could gain some control over himself and how hot and tight Stiles was, Stiles was already rising up and sinking back down, slowly at first before starting to fuck in earnest, wrapping his arms around Derek's neck, throwing his head back and exposing is neck.
Derek leaned up, starting to bite softly on the flushed skin there, high on the heady scent of Stiles.
Stiles knew all the right angles they needed to drive them both to a fast climax so after only a couple minutes that felt like hours, Stiles was arching his back, his hole clenching tightly around Derek while he was coming, throwing Derek over the edge.
- Derek! - Stiles didn't hold back his scream of pure pleasure, pulling Derek as close as he could.
- Stiles, fuck! - Derek growled, sneaking one hand in between them to stroke on Stiles' dick to milk him through his orgasm.
By the time they were finally coming down from the high, they were both shaking from the force of their orgasm, Stiles letting his body fully collapse against Derek's.
Derek pulled him even closer, hugging him, pushing one hand into Stiles' wet hair.
Stiles tilted his head up a bit, kissing Derek softly before resting his head back down on Derek's shoulder.
Derek didn't want to move but still, he softly lifted Stiles' hips up, slipping out of him with a choked moan and a bite on his shoulder from Stiles.
They stayed sitting like that for a long moment, Derek simply hugging Stiles' close while Stiles' fingers were drawing random patterns over Derek's sweaty skin.
Stiles yawned before lifting his head up, pecking Derek softly on the lips, looking so tired that it clenched Derek's heart.
- We should shower, it's too damn hot in here. Fucking heat wave. - Stiles huffed out, running one hand through his hair, looking out the window at the now already shining sun.
Derek couldn't help his worry chasing away all the remains of their amazing morning sex, a frown twisting his face.
- No, stop frowning. No one should be allowed to frown right after sex, especially after such good sex. - Stiles cupped Derek's cheeks, pulling him into another bruising kiss, getting them both lost into it for a while.
- I just worry. - Derek murmured when they broke apart.
- I guess that I was just too hot, and had a nightmare about Void being back. - Stiles sighed, starting to play with Derek's hair.
- I forgot to open the window when we went to sleep. - Derek could feel guilt already nagging at him but Stiles shot him an annoyed look.
- Don't even try to blame yourself. I am honored to have screwed your brain so much last night that the only thing left on your mind was me. - Stiles smiled, making Derek roll his eyes.
He turned them around, falling on top of Stiles, earning a joyful laughter before he leaned fully down and kissed Stiles so hard that it earned a loud moan from him.
- Shower first, then breakfast? Or more of this kissing because damn, boy. - Stiles eyes were shining with pure joy, his nasty nightmare forgotten for now.
- No sex in the kitchen, it was pain in the arse to clean it all up afterwards. - Derek tried a strict tone but failed miserably when Stiles' fingers dug into his ass cheeks.
- But you were the one who couldn't hold back. - Stiles teased, chasing soft kisses.
- Because you were cooking all naked, too delicious to pass. - Derek moaned, kissing Stiles softly before finally getting up, throwing the used condom out in the trash before picking Stiles up and carrying him to the shower, loving the sound of Stiles' cheerful laughter ringing through the loft.