Stiles had no words for this, which was odd for a person like him. Derek had caught him doing something he didn't say and now he knew he was in trouble. His hands were pressed down to the mattress, Derek's lips sinful and warm on his skin, teeth nipping at his collarbone.

"What do you have to say for yourself?" The wolf asked, feeling the way Stiles shuddered, keeping his head back.

"I-I… I'm sorry, Derek. I had to." He stuttered, the older teen's teeth scratching along his shoulder, lips following.

"Mhmm, you horny bastard." Derek let go of Stiles' right hand, bringing his own up to the sheet and swiftly pulling it back, revealing the younger teen's cock, standing at full attention with precome rolling off the tip.

"Derek, please." He whined, reaching up and cupping the other's cheek in his hand, leaning up to kiss him, pouting when he pulled away unexpectedly.

"What do you want me to do? Tell me." The wolf's tone was a bit harsh; and desperate even to his own ears, thinking about all the things Stiles could want him to do. He wanted to do them all, right here, right now. He wanted the younger teen's body spent by the time he was done with him, because he knew that would make him happy… But didn't Stiles also want control?

"Oh, God…" Stiles draped his forearm over his eyes, not believing he was actually going to tell Derek what to do, "Please, blow me. That's all I want. If you don't like it, if something goes wrong, you can fuck me raw… Just, please do it."

His mind was racing at the thought of it, and saying it was a whole other thing, like saying it out loud spelled his fate, Derek now knew what he'd kept to himself. It was so silent, except for his labored breathing, and he'd think Derek left the room if his hand wasn't holding his own down. He sighed, going to pick his head up and see the disapproving look he was almost sure the wolf would be sporting.

"You know what? It's fine, you don't have t— Oh, my God!" Stiles felt a warmth engulf his length, wet and naughty against him, making his skin tingle.

His eyes shot open and he looked down, Derek's head in his lap, and the realization washed over him like a tidal wave, making it that much better; Derek Hale was blowing him. Derek Hale has my junk in his mouth. Oh, shit, I was right about that tongue. He moved a hand to the wolf's hair, gripping a big chunk of it, hearing and feeling the growl of protest the older teen made. That just made Stiles grip harder as pleasure racked through him, making goosebumps rise to his skin and a shuddering huff of breath leave him.

"D-Don't worry about it, I'll fix it later… A-After our shower." The shorter teen told him, knowing he said something right when Derek started to suck, hollowing out his cheeks and making it that much better. He tried to keep his hips still, opting for guiding the older teen's head gently, muttering out obscenities when that tongue teased the head, dipping in the slit and groaning at the salty taste. The sensation was more than he could handle, and his hips bucked up without permission, making the wolf cough and pull off of him, taking a moment.

The look Derek gave him was something of lust mixed with frustration… or was that just sexual frustration? The wolf hauled him up and planted a rough kiss to his lips, tongue invading his mouth without permission, making him sit up at the taste. They traded places, Derek sitting back against the headboard, pulling the other close. He pulled out of the kiss, looking to see Stiles straddling his thigh, regaining the breath he lost. The younger teen looked up at him sheepishly, and felt hands on his hips.

"You're gonna ride me." He said, voice scratchy from the kid's cock hitting the back of his throat. Stiles gulped and quickly reached to pull down Derek's boxers, knowing he must have undressed downstairs or while he was coming up the stairs. He thought Derek looked mad at him, and he knew he'd feel this tomorrow.

He threw the wolf's boxers aside, then timidly straddled his hips. Derek wasn't cruel enough to have him go without some kind of lubrication, was he? Oh God, I hope not. He set his hands on the strong shoulders in front of him, shivering at how close they were yet again, wondering what was going to happen to him next. The wolf didn't want his lover to be scared of him, at least not dangerous heart raising, horrified, 'nightmares about it work weeks' scared. He only liked startling him from time to time.

"I'm not mad at you." Derek said simply, before wetting two of his own fingers and reaching behind Stiles, circling them around his entrance, feeling he was still stretched despite a few days of being apart.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, leaning in close and nuzzling his face into the wolf's neck, hands on either side of his head, fingertips teasing their way into his hair. He felt a finger slip inside him, a breath was forced out of him, his hips taking on a life of their own and rocking onto his finger instantly.

Derek licked his lips, gently slipping in another next to the first, doing it slow just for Stiles, wanting it to feel overly good for him, to turn his mood around. And by the small groans Stiles was letting out into his ear, he was doing a good job of it. The kid was rocking into them, slow but sure, hands sliding to his shoulders and gripping.

"Derek, I want more." Stiles whimpered, completely ready to do whatever the wolf wanted of him, feeling the digits leave his body, something much bigger being set against him, and thumbs start to rub his hip bones.

"Go as slow as you want. Make it last as long as you want." Derek told him, making Stiles give him a skeptical look. He never wanted to go slow, it was always intense and hard with him, and he liked it that way. The older teen just returned it with a small smile and his hands gliding up his sides.

The younger teen took a deep breath and slid down onto him, Derek's head rolling back and resting on the headboard of the bed. He took the moments that the wolf gave him to get adjusted, then realized that he was really going to let him do what he wanted. He hesitantly leaned forward and mouthed at Derek's neck, rocking his hips at his own pace, hands on his hips helping him along gently, letting him have control. That's not what he wanted. He got confident, as he should have been, and found a sensitive spot on his lover's neck, biting down like Derek had done to him, sucking harshly and moaning at the way the other's hips bucked up into him.

"Derek, fuck me. Come on, this isn't you." He whispered into his skin, tongue tracing the blooming mark before placing a kiss there, feeling Derek's hands tighten on him.

"I want you to be happy." The wolf breathed out, trying to stay calm for the sake of his lover. Stiles' insides clenched around him, and his hips stuttered forward again.

"Then fuck me. Manhandle me," The younger teen grabbed his jaw, turning his head to look him in the eye, "I want you. Do it right."

Stiles' lips were on his, rough and wet as they forced him to kiss back with hunger. He pressed himself against the kid, hands slipping down to grip the backs of his thighs before moving himself closer, until Derek was pushing him onto the mattress, starting to thrust into him, reveling in the groans and gasps he earned.

"You want me fucking you like this? This makes you happy?" The wolf whispered, words dripping with lust, emphasizing them with a hard push of the hips, watching Stiles throw his head back and actually buck himself closer against him.

"Fuck, yes. Derek, I want it harder. Give it to me harder." The younger teen gasped out, grabbing greedily at his lover, wanting all of him, and all at once.

"Jesus, kid." Derek obeyed, thrusting himself in deep, slowing down the speed to make it harder, rougher. He felt the shift trying to creep up on him, trying to claim the moment and cause him to lose control. He laid his head against Stiles' shoulder and groaned, trying to push it back, keep it away and keep them safe. He wanted Stiles all to himself, he didn't want to share him with that monster.

The younger teen could hear the desperate groans starting to move into growls, he could feel the change in the room. He bucked his hips up, hands reaching up and digging into Derek's hair, nails at his scalp and fingers curling the stands. He tugged with each thrust, making himself louder and wiggling more, a vicious hit to his sweet spot making him choke back a scream. He felt hands at his thighs, pushing them apart and gripping the insides so hard he knew he'd leave bruises. The wolf's eyes burned bright, and he moved his face into Stiles' neck, harshly breathing against his skin as he felt another tug to his hair, making him start to pound into the willing body beneath him.

They were slick and hot with sweat, slapping of skin louder, a yelp from the smaller teen as Derek jabbed into him right. He felt the heat pool in his lower abdomen, all the sounds and sensations making it build up that much quicker. The headboard of the bed was hitting against the wall, bed rocking and squeaking in protest although neither of them cared. The wolf sped up his thrusts as they both got closer to the edge, the overwhelming fact that he'd get to see nothing but Stiles as he came apart almost made him lose it right then and there. No red; no wanting to kill him.

"Derek!" Stiles screamed, and for a moment, he thought he'd hurt the kid before feeling him clench around him and buck up uncontrollably, spurts of white painting both their stomachs, broken groans and whimpers leaving his mouth.

That was enough to push him over the edge, and he cried out, howl racking through him as he filled his lover up, whole body shaking as he slowed his thrusts. He planted kisses to the younger teen's neck, tasting the salty skin and feeling overwhelmed at it, Stiles' hands suddenly reaching down and gripping his backside. Pulling him in balls deep and wrapping his legs tightly around his hips, rocking up to keep the slow movement going; his heartbeat was erratic, all for him, panting out the phrase "Again, again. Come for me again." And he did before he knew it, a second orgasm washing over him, making him whimper into the crook of Stiles' neck. His hand managed to get down between them, and he wrapped it tightly around his lover's cock, pumping fast, making Stiles' toes curl and his head roll back as he came again, gasping at how sensitive he was. He stopped his hips, twitching slightly as Derek milked the last ounce of energy out of him, both of them feeling spent and sticky.

Derek collapsed on the bed next to him after carefully pulling out, trying to get his breathing and heart rate steady, feeling a low pulsing all over his body, pain in his head from the kid pulling so hard on his hair. He liked it. He looked over at Stiles, seeing his eyes shut and his chest heaving. The scent of sex was heavy in the room, and Stiles was completely spent. He didn't even think he could move. He felt a hand on his cheek, rough fingertips gliding across his jaw bone, a simple gesture that had him smiling and letting out breathy chuckle, requesting a kiss in a whisper and forcing his hand to come up when there were lips on his.

"Let's sleep before the shower." He said quietly, opening his eyes to see a very tired looking Derek, setting a hand on his chest and gently pushing him to lay on his back again, scooting himself over and pressing against the wolf's side.

Derek nodded, taking a deep breath, wrapping his arm around the smaller teen, feeling his heartbeat falter for a moment before going back to calming down, and he couldn't help but smile a bit to himself, "We were supposed to have lunch."

"You ended up fucking me instead. We'll eat, whatever you want. Burgers, sandwiches… Little bunny rabbits…"

"Oh, aren't you cute."

"Raw meat, there's fish at the other side of the lake, squirrels… Did you say I was cute?"

"You're very attractive, Stiles." Derek felt his heart swell as Stiles clung to him with everything he had left, and he knew he'd succeeded at making him happy.