Stiles broke away from the kiss, breathless. He didn't know what was happening. He just went with it. His head was spinning. He shifted his body further up Derek, who had kicked his shoes off and slammed them against the wall with a thud that Stiles didn't even hear. Now Stiles sat up and reached behind him, pulling off each of Derek's socks individually. He was sat on Derek's crotch and he felt it slowly harden beneath his ass. Stiles shot Derek a smirk. Stiles was surprised at how teasing he was. He didn't expect that to be his style, but it was. Maybe it was just because he was with Derek? Breaking through his train of thought, Stiles felt Derek's hands slither up his body, from his ass to just underneath his armpits, where Derek lifted him up off the bed and launched him into the air. Stiles looked beneath him and Derek was gone. In one swift action, Derek had thrown Stiles into the air, rolled above him and they both landed back down on the bed with such force that the springs threatened to snap. Even though Derek had landed on top of Stiles, he hadn't hurt him. He'd been careful of that.
"You wanna play?" Derek asked teasingly, shooting back a teasing smirk, "Let's play."
Derek was sat on top of Stiles, on his thighs. He didn't want to sit where Stiles had sat on him, because he doubted Stiles slighter frame would be able to handle his weight. Dropping his head, Derek ran his nose up the side of Stiles body, from his hip up to his neck, where he started to growl and nuzzle him. The feeling of Derek's stubble against Stiles skin was heavenly. It scratched against him and Stiles found himself holding the bed sheets in his fists to keep himself stable. His eyes were scrunched shut and he was trying to calm himself down so he could enjoy this moment for longer, but it was nearly impossible. His heart was slamming against his ribcage and Stiles didn't need werewolf to know his heart rate had picked up and his breaths were coming faster and shallower.
Slowly and torturing, Derek softly moved his face to the side, and brushed his lips across Stiles neck, to the point where he could feel his pulse. It raced faster and Derek allowed his tongue to brush past it. Feeling Derek's tongue against him for the first time didn't help with Stiles' attempt to calm down. But it wasn't enough. It wasn't enough to have Derek's tongue against his skin, he wanted it inside of him. Stiles reached up Derek's body, brushing his hands against his chest before grabbing his face from both sides and pulling it down towards his own. Derek rolled to the side and curved his hand over Stiles, pulling their bodies closer again. He couldn't handle the distance between them, no matter how small. He wanted to feel their bodies touching. He wanted to feel Stiles' heartbeat against his own. He looked down at their chests and just as he looked up, he saw Stiles' lips descend upon his own. But this kiss was different. It started out the same, but Derek felt Stiles' lips part and his tongue gently slid out and began to trace Derek's own lips, begging for entry. And Derek made him beg. Stiles used his tongue to trace the shape of Derek's lips three times over, before Derek finally submitted and allowed Stiles' tongue to enter his own mouth.
Stiles had been caught. As soon as his tongue entered Derek's mouth, Derek's own tongue came in to play and it was like a violent, sexual game of cat and mouse between them. Derek's tongue slammed against Stiles' and Stiles' pushed against it, only for Derek's tongue to recede and then return, wrapping itself around Stiles'. Stiles had had his eyes closed in a mixture of concentration and frustration, but he opened his eyes to find Derek's pouring into him, his eyes shimmering. He couldn't handle this anymore. He tried to roll away, but Derek's arm became like an iron restraint around him. He saw the confusion in Derek's eyes, who quickly pulled away, but didn't release his grip on Stiles nor create any distance between their bodies.
"What's wrong?" He asked, just as breathlessly as Stiles was.
Gasping for air, Stiles responded, "This is all just happening so fast. Can we just... slow it down, ya know?" He let out a nervous chuckle. It was Stiles' defence mechanism kicking in. He had never let anyone this close to him before and to be honest, it scared him.
"If that's what you really want..." Derek said, rolling onto his back from his side. Both men were lying on their backs, staring up at the ceiling and catching their breath. Little did Derek know, he had played right into Stiles' confused, sexually, hormonally, teenage driven hands.
"No that's not what I want!" Stiles exclaimed, his voice rising. His heart rate hadn't returned to normal but his breathing had, so he felt it was time to resume round two. He threw himself back on top of Derek and pulled him leather jacket off him. Derek sat up slightly, so Stiles could pull Derek's arms out of the sleeves, and throw the jacket on the floor.
"Dude, be careful with that, it's-" Derek started.
"The only jacket you ever wear? Tell me about it." Stiles challenged, rolling his eyes and smirking at Derek.
"Oh dude, you asked for it..." Derek said, his eyes flashing a somewhat deeper blue that Stiles knew was connected with his werewolf transformation. Although Stiles should have been scared at the concept of Derek transforming, he wasn't. He knew Derek wouldn't hurt him. In his arms, he felt safe. On the one hand, he had never felt like that before. The feeling was new to him and he embraced it. But would he regret it?