Scratch My Itch
They haven't seen each other for a whole month and a week. Stiles is busy with his FBI training and Derek off to visit Cora.
It wouldn't be anything big, it's just forty six days. But knowing that they haven't really spent any time apart, no more than just a day here and there, it felt major for them, their chests aching with missing each other.
What sucked even more was that in the corner of South America where Cora was now staying, the phone connection was terrible so all they could do was text each other and hope for a call here and there when the connection was having a good day.
So that meant not seeing even a glimpse of each other for these forty six days and damn, they couldn't wait to just see each other.
When Stiles pulled into Loft's garage, a shiny sports car was already there, announcing that Derek was already home, making Stiles' heart skip a beat.
He got out of his jeep and ran his fingertips over the shiny car that he had missed, it's hood still warm to the touch, giving Stiles a good indication that Derek had been home only for a couple of minutes tops.
When Stiles pushed open Loft's door, Derek was already waiting for him, standing in the middle of it, looking a bit out of place, his hair all messy, outshining his usual stubble, his eyes dark like he haven't slept for way too long, pushing himself a bit too much. Stiles could see Derek's breath hitch when Stiles stepped inside, his fingers gripping his jumper's sleeve.
- Hi. - Stiles breathed out, letting his bag hit the ground.
- Hi. - Derek rasped out.
They stayed motionless for a moment longer before something just broke and then they both were moving at the same time, pulling each other closer, hugging the other close so tightly that it was on the edge of hurting but neither of them cared, they just needed to feel each other, to breathe it all in.
Derek nuzzled closer to Stiles neck, a slow rumble escaping his lips.
Stiles huffed out a soft laugh, burying his own face into Derek's neck, placing a small kiss there, earning another rumble from Derek.
Stiles had no idea for how long they stayed like that, just buried in each other but he finally felt settled, his mind at ease like it hadn't been since leaving. He could feel Derek fully relaxing in his arms with every passing second, almost melting against Stiles.
Finally Stiles slowly pulled back, cupping Derek's cheeks and pulling him into a deep but oh so soft kiss.
Derek answered him like a starved man, breathing Stiles in afterwards.
- This feels so different… - He rumbled, his lips still ghosting over Stiles'.
- How so? - Stiles furrowed his brows, trying to pull back a little to look at Derek.
- You have a beard. I have never even seen you with a stubble of a five o clock shadow but now you have a full on beard and it just… It feels so different. So raw. - Derek ran his fingers over Stiles' jaw before looking up at Stiles' eyes. - In a good way. Relax. -
- You scared me. - Stiles pushed his face back against Derek's neck, trying to hide his relieved look by placing a soft kiss there.
- How did you come around to growing it? - Derek pulled Stiles towards their bed to sit down.
- I don't really know. At first I just was too busy with everything to pay attention to shaving, I chose to stay in bed these ten minutes to talk to you. Then I just missed you so damn much and having a stubble reminded me of you, you know, running my fingertips over it before sleep, imagining that I'm running my fingers over your jaw. - Stiles shrugged. - It just happened, I guess. -
- Well, I like it. It's something new. You look so much more serious, probably intimidated all the first year intents to pissing their pants with just one look. - Derek laughed, lightening the mood before they plopped down into their bed.
- Not as much as you would. - Stiles laughed, landing on top of Derek. - Gosh, how I missed our bed. You can't imagine how uncomfortable campus beds feel like. And I didn't have my favorite pillow either. -
- I thought that you did take your pillow with you, so I asked you two times to check. - Derek furrowed his brows, scowling at Stiles.
- I did. But I didn't have you and well, You are my favorite pillow. - Stiles shrugged, pecking Derek on the lips before moving to kiss across his jaw.
- Mmm, it was hard to sleep without you. Cora said that I'm just crazy. Somehow it was easier to sleep as a wolf. And now I actually do sound crazy. - Derek breathed out, gripping Stiles' hip.
- My wolf. And all the best people are crazy. I basically lived off wearing your sweater. - Stiles huffed out in between kisses, already biting a mark right below Derek's ear, making Derek's hips hitch forward, seeking some friction.
Derek sneaked his hands under Stiles' hoodie, ghousting his fingers over bare skin there, tilting his head back even more to give Stiles free space to keep on kissing and marking his neck.
Just a couple more bites and Derek was already letting out a low moan that sounded more like a growl, his hands pulling off Stiles' hoodie to reveal more skin to touch.
- Yes, yes, good thinking. Less clothes. More touching. - Stiles sat up, stradling Derek's hips before pulling his hoodie off, going straight to pulling off Derek's jumper.
Derek sat up too, already going to Stiles jeans when his arms were pulled free.
Stiles caught him back into deep kiss, pushing his hands into Derek's windswept hair, moaning lowly before biting Derek's bottom lip.
Derek growled louder, pulling Stiles even closer, their chests flushed together. He broke apart, leaning down to suck a bright mark on Stiles' neck, then lower right over his collarbone.
- You have lost weight. Again. - Derek growled, looking back up into Stiles who just huffed out a laugh.
- You too, sweetheart. Now's not the time to discuss our inability to take care of our own bodies while we're apart. - Stiles pushed Derek back down, already back to kissing Derek's neck and then down lower, sucking and biting, earning soft growly moans from Derek.
Stiles bit softly down on Derek's nipple, earning an even louder moan from Derek.
Stiles noted that Derek was being a lot more vocal than usual, urging Stiles on even more.
In one swift move, Stiles pulled Derek's sweatpants down, his mouth watering from the sight alone.
- You are still wearing too much. - Derek growled, his eyes flashing blue for a second.
Stiles couldn't help himself but laughed softly, patting Derek's tight before pushing himself upwards to get out of his jeans, cursing a bit for wearing such tight jeans once again.
Derek didn't take his eyes off of Stiles, having this hungry look that urged Stiles even more on.
Stiles crawled back on top of Derek, kissing him like there was no tomorrow, getting fully lost in the kiss.
When they broke apart, both were breathless, gripping at each other a bit too tightly.
Stiles slid back downwards, placing soft kisses over Derek's stomach before trailing his nose through the public hair pooling around a perfectly erected dick, simply breathing Derek in.
Derek growled out a loud moan, his eyes flashing blue once again when Stiles pressed his cheek against Derek's dick, just rubbing against it once before placing a feather light kiss against the leaking head.
Stiles moved away, starting to kiss and softly bite all over the inside of Derek's tights, earning louder and louder moans from Derek.
Stiles nuzzled against the crook between Derek's tight and ballsack, letting his beard rub over the soft skin there, knowing how amazing it usually makes him feel.
- Holy Fuck, Stiles! - Derek gasped out, his eyes fully electro blue now, looking down at Stiles.
Stiles just smirked, holding eye contact with Derek while sucking Derek's balls into his mouth.
Derek snapped his fangs, growling lowly, his eyes never stopping to glow, his fingers sneaking downwards to tangle into Stiles' hair, making Stiles hum and suck a bit harder.
Stiles pulled back with a loud pop, smirking down at Derek before licking over the leaking dick head, Derek's grip on his hair only tightening.
Derek couldn't take his eyes off of Stiles', breathing harshly through his fangs, not being able to pull them back.
Stiles took his time slowly licking over the head, licking away all the leaking precum there before slowly sinking lower and lower till his nose was buried in the soft hair at it's base.
Derek's legs spasmed and lifted up, closing around Stiles' head, loud curse escaping his lips.
With every bob of his head, his beard rubbed against the insides of Derek's tights, biting softly into the tender skin there.
It took only a couple of minutes before Derek was a squirming mooning mess, growling a lot more than seemed possible, his hips trying to lift off of the bed, forcing Stiles to tighten his grip over them and hold him down.
Stiles looked up at Derek, meeting his glowing eyes before swallowing around Derek's dick, earning a loud curse before Derek was coming so hard that for the first time Stiles was having trouble swallowing it all.
Derek's legs relaxed around him, sinking back down on the bed, his breathing sounding harsh.
Before Stiles could lick Derek fully clean, Derek was pulling him up and kissing him with such force that made Stiles breathless over again, Derek's fangs grazing over Stiles' bottom lip.
It was Stiles' turn to curse softly, pushing his hips down against Derek's hip, trying to seek some well needed friction.
With one flick of his arm, Derek turned them around, sliding right down to Stiles' aching hard dick.
Stiles breathing sped up, watching Derek so crazed, his eyes still glowing and his fangs and claws still out.
- Wha… - Was all that Stiles managed to choke out before Derek let himself sink down on Stiles' dick, slowly but still impatiently, as if needing Stiles buried deeply inside him.
Stiles couldn't help but moan, feeling that Derek was already all slick and open, probably prepared himself in the couple minutes before Stiles came home.
Derek let out a low growl, just sitting there for a moment, his hands resting over Stiles' frantically beating heart, claws softly scratching over the skin there.
Stiles gripped Derek's hips, simply to have something to hold on to.
Their eyes locked right when Derek pushed himself up and sank back down right away before picking up needy speed, moans and growls mixing together in between them.
With just a couple thrusts Stiles was coming hard, his back bowing off of the bed, his eyes squeezing shut, Derek's name rolling over his lips in a choked off scream, mixing together with a loud howl like growl from Derek.
Derek collapsed on Stiles, grazing his cheek against Stiles' own one, humming at the scratchy sound that their facial hair was making rubbing together.
Stiles sighted in content, wrapping his arms around Derek who seemed to be boneless, trying to catch his breath, his hands resting tenderly against Stiles' skin, careful not to let his claws tear the skin.
- Fuuuuck. - Stiles let out a soft laugh, running one hand through Derek's hair.
Derek huffed out a breath before pushing himself up a bit, moaning when Stiles' slid out of his hole.
Stiles pulled him back close, nuzzling against Derek's neck, smiling like a fool, tracing one finger over Derek's lips, feeling fangs still being there.
- You never told me that it's so intense. - Derek huffed out, clearly trying to get himself back under control.
- What is? Sex after not seeing each other for forty six days? I didn't know that. We have never spent so much time apart. - Stiles shrugged, pushing himself up on one elbow to look down at Derek.
- Not that. Stubble sex. Fuck, when stubble is involved in sex, rubbing all over the soft skin and all that… - Derek pulled Stiles even closer, his claws finally going away, just as his fangs.
- Oh. OH! - Stiles smirked down at Derek. - Well, it adds a bit of a flame. At least, I do like when you rub it all over me. And gosh, when you are rimming me! Then it is just so so intense! It's just such a good mix of pleasure. -
Derek blinked at him, his glowing eyes flickering but still staying electro blue.
- Fuck, you drove me fully crazy. I was already fried by being away from you for so long but this, holy shit, Stiles. - Derek laughed, pulling Stiles into a soft kiss.
- I'm happy to drive you crazy any day. - Stiles smiled softly, full of love.
- Of course, love, of course. - Derek couldn't help but smile, nuzzling against Stiles for a moment longer before getting up, pulling Stiles up too, throwing him over his shoulder and walking to the bathroom, smacking Stiles' bum on the way and making Stiles laugh, planting small distracted kisses wherever he could reach.