To reassure Stiles, Derek leaned in and kissed him gently. Stiles was frozen, but after a few seconds, he began to respond. He wasn't as passionate or as confident as he had been before, but Derek understood that. They sat that way for a few minutes, gently kissing, until Derek, whose hands had been on either side of Stiles face, pulling his right hand slowly down Stiles body. His left hand stayed on Stiles' right cheek, holding his face in place. His right hand brushed down Stiles arm, causing goose bumps to appear. Stiles gave a small shiver of pleasure. Stiles' hands, which were previously on the bed sheets between the two boys, brought themselves up to Derek's thighs. Derek saw that Stiles' confidence was slowly increasing, so he brought his right hand further down Stiles' arm, brought it down the side of his chest until he reached his hip, then he left it there. Derek's hand gripped gently around Stiles' hip and pulled him closer towards him. Stiles' obliged, exhaling gently as he did so, filling Derek's nose with his sweet, young, innocent scent. At that moment, Derek wanted nothing more than to advance right there, but that wasn't fair on Stiles. He understood this was his first time, and he had to be careful and go slow. Stiles' hands travelled up from Derek's thighs to his hips.
Simultaneously, Stiles did two things Derek did not expect. He began to tug at Derek's boxers and he slipped his tongue into Derek's mouth. Stiles' had taken the lead again. He didn't need Derek mamby-pambying him. He could do this. He wanted to do this. He would do this. He was comfortable enough to do this. Derek extended his legs, as Stiles pulled his boxers completely off. Stiles pulled away from the kiss and Derek's head fell forward slightly and his eyes dulled in slight disappointment. Stiles looked at him, smirked, and then swung his boxers around in the air with his finger, before letting them fly off into the corner of the room. They both laughed, enjoying the sound of each other. At the same time, they looked at each other, slowly stopped laughing and began to kiss again. Derek was completely aware that he was naked now, but for some reason, he doubted Stiles had realized this yet. In order to combat this, Derek pulled Stiles down on top of him and laid back. Now Stiles was laying on top of Derek and he could easily feel Derek's boner against his jeans. It was then that Stiles realized he was wearing jeans. Reaching his hand down to his jeans, Stiles brushed against Derek's dick as he began to unbutton his jeans. He undid the zipper and began to slip out of his jeans, kicked them off and to the floor. Then he reached down to remove his boxers, but Derek's hand flew out of nowhere and grasped both of Stiles' smaller, pale hands in one of his big tan ones.
Stiles was hurt that Derek had stopped him, until he looked up and saw the gleam in Derek's eyes.
"Please, allow me?" He asked.
Stiles couldn't do anything but gulp and nod, his only slightly protruding Adam's apple bobbing as he did so. This only turned Derek on more, and Stiles felt Derek's dick jump up against his body. Stiles' pupils dilated and Derek pressed his lips gently against Stiles' Adam's apple. He began sucking it gently, causing Stiles to moan quietly. As he did this, Derek undid Stiles jeans pulling them and his boxers down his legs at once, and dropping them to the floor. Then Derek pulled Stiles close to him, unable to stand the small distance between them.
They began to rub their bodies together in rhythm. Being inexperienced, Stiles wasn't very good at all, so he allowed Derek to take lead and just follow his rhythm. They rubbed together and Stiles buried his head into Derek's shoulder and he moaned gently and the sound sent vibrations through Derek's body and made his eyelids flutter. "What is this boy doing to me?" He thought to himself desperately. Stiles moaned again and Derek's skin was covered in goose bumps. This was enough for Derek. He grabbed Stiles and flipped him over. Derek leaned over Stiles before whispering in his ear, "Are you ready?"
All Stiles could do was nod. That was all he needed to do. And that's what he did.
Slowly, he felt Derek insert himself into Stiles. Even though it hurt, Stiles refused to wince. He wasn't going to let this effect him. He knew the pain would be gone soon enough and be replaced with nothing but pleasure. Derek was gentle and pushed in slowly until Stiles felt Derek's groin against his ass. Then Derek started a rhythm and slowly began to push in and out. Stiles felt the pain slowly fade away and turn into pleasure, as he found himself moulding his body into Derek's and co-operating with his rhythm. He felt Derek's hands still exploring his body, treating it like a temple. The way Derek made Stiles feel... It was unreal. A small gasp escaped Stiles lips. The two men were pumping faster and coming closer to their climax. Eventually, Derek couldn't hold himself back any more and he climaxed. Stiles let out his loudest moan yet as he did, which made Derek smile and exposed his fangs, as he'd been ever so close to shifting. It had taken all his willpower to hold the wolf back. All it wanted was Stiles. Was this too dangerous? Yes. Had that stopped him? No.
Stiles collapsed face first on to the bed, face first, his chest heaving up and down as he caught his breath. Derek laid back and watched him, without disturbing him. He looked so peaceful, so beautiful. After ten long, quiet, blissful minutes, Derek noticed that Stiles was covered in goose bumps and he had fallen asleep. Although every fibre in his body did not want to disturb Stiles, he knew he had to wake him. He had the lacrosse game to play today. Derek traced his finger down the Stiles' back and Stiles shivered and lifted his head. He looked into Derek's eyes and smiled.
"I thought you'd need waking. The game is later." Derek whispered.
Stiles seemed to realize what he meant, as he sat up and stretched his body, with Derek watching intently as Stiles lean frame before more visible and his muscles tensed up slightly. Standing up, Stiles walked over to his wardrobe and pulled out some boxers, socks, shorts and a white vest. Obviously this would be what he would wear under his uniform for the game, which he would put on at school. Stiles shut the wardrobe door behind him and turned to face Derek. He seemed to be wanting to ask him something, but he was reluctant.
"What is it?" Derek asked, reading his face. Shock registered there as Stiles jumped that Derek had come to the right conclusion immediately.
"I'm going to have a shower." Stiles said. He paused. Derek could already guess where he was going with this, but it was entertaining and cute to watch the awkward boy suffer. "I just wondered if you... wanted to join me?"
Stiles looked up and Derek was gone. His room was empty.
"Derek? Derek!" He called throughout the house. No answer. Suddenly, the sound of water hitting a basin filled the silent house. Stiles exhaled in relief then chuckled softly to himself, before bouncing off the bathroom. He swung the door open and locked it behind him. On top of the wash basket he saw Derek's clothes, which he had ripped off only half an hour ago. The shower curtain was drawn, but Stiles could see Derek's outline behind it. Stiles placed his clothes next to Derek's and stepped in the shower. Steam filled his face and before he could see what was happening, he felt his body slam up against the wall. It was harsh, but gentle, and he knew that touch could only belong to one man. He felt Derek's lips on his neck and Stiles tilted his head to give him easier access. He didn't even realise he was doing it; his body just reacted to Derek's this way. Stiles placed his hand against the wall behind him and his hand slipped on the shower radio, turning it on. The song playing was Florence + The Machine – Howl. Stiles loved this song. It had only just started. He tried to concentrate on it, to take him away from what was happening in his shower. He didn't know how much more of Derek he could handle before he got addicted. And he didn't want that.
It only just occurred him how ironic it was that this song was playing, with all the references it had to wolves in it. As the music started and the tempo increased, Derek moved along with it.
"Drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart." As Florence sung, Derek lowered his body and Stiles felt his fangs drag gently across his chest. His heart was hammering and he tried to stop it. Derek was so close to him. He was scared, but he didn't want to be. It was more than that. He wanted Derek to continue. As the song went in to the chorus, Stiles pulled Derek in to him and their bodies pushed together, Derek holding Stiles up against the wall and Stiles legs wrapped around Derek's waist as his back was pushed up against the wall.
"Until I wrap myself inside your arms I cannot rest." Stiles gripped on to Derek's shoulders so tight and he felt Derek's chin brush against his. Stiles eyes were shut tight. He had never experienced anything like this. As Florence belted out the high notes of the song, Derek kissed Stiles so passionately he felt like he was going to pass out. Eventually, the song ended and the boys calmed down. They held each other as the water showered down on to them and Stiles watched the droplets of water running down Derek's toned body and couldn't help be somewhat jealous of them. Derek reached behind him and turned off the radio. He exhaled, then pulled the shower curtain out and stepped out. Stiles followed him. They got dried and put on their clothes in relative silence. Stiles didn't like it. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know what. Derek put on his sweater and held his jacket in his arm as he left the bedroom. Stiles followed him back into bedroom, still pulling on a sock. Derek approached the window, and opened it. Stiles shot him a questioning look.
"Good luck." He said simply, brushing his hand through his still wet hair. The action made Stiles eyelids flutter. He was so attractive, it was unreal. But this wasn't the time. He couldn't understand what was happening.
"Uh, thanks." Stiles responded. Derek jumped out of the window and by the time Stiles had crossed his room and looked out of the window, Derek was out of sight.