Derek woke to fingers tracing his abdomen, warm body still pressed against his own, and the feeling of a restful night's sleep. He hadn't had one of those in a long time. His hand came up and rested over Stiles', the smaller teen looking up and smiling softly.
"Hey. You sleep well?" The kid asked, rubbing his thumb against one of Derek's abdomen muscles, placing a kiss to his chest without breaking eye contact.
"I slept... amazingly." He sounded surprised; he knew he did. Stiles even chuckled at him, and cuddled impossibly closer.
"That's really good." Stiles told him, draping one of his legs over Derek's, trying not to feel self conscious as his morning- or afternoon erection pressed against the other's thigh.
The wolf chuckled, "If you want to be close, why don't you just crawl on top of me?"
The younger teen pondered it for a moment, then picked himself up and crawled to hover over Derek, the sheet he'd placed over them slipping slightly, "Am I allowed to?"
"Do you want to be in control?"
"...Sometimes."
"Then I'll let you try it out for today, and see how you like it." The older teen gave a smile at the other's unsure expression, and Stiles leaned down, connecting their lips softly, gently nibbling at his bottom lip, pulling away before Derek's tongue could get into his mouth, and chuckled at the pout he tried on.
"That's cute." He said, running a thumb along Derek's lip, watching as his lover sucked the digit into his mouth, using that amazing tongue to tease him, making him take a deep breath as he remembered the sensations from yesterday.
"You want me to do it again, don't you?" The wolf smirked as he released Stiles' thumb, just to gently pull it back in with his teeth and moan around it, head tilting back and his eyes closing, sucking softly just to make his lover shiver.
Moving his hand to press against the mattress by Derek's head, he leaned down, lips at the other's ear, "I want you on your knees. I want you to swallow it all like the slut I want you to be."
A low growl came from the body below him, he could feel it vibrate in his chest, and he was nervous to look up, thinking he'd gone too far, too soon. Was he even allowed to say that kind of stuff to Derek yet?
"I would love to do that for you. You want it sitting down on the edge of the bed, or standing slammed against your Jeep?" The wolf said, feeling his member twitch in interest, actually wanting an answer, willing to give Stiles that.
His head snapped up so fast it would have hurt if he wasn't busy processing those words over and over in his mind, "...Both."
Derek chuckled and pulled him in for a kiss, lips swiping slowly before he pulled away, "What else, you wanna be inside me for a change?"
Stiles nodded quickly, gasping when the wolf opened his legs and he fell between them, moving forward for his thighs to press against the backs of Derek's. Was he allowed to do that, too? He wasn't sure, but fuck, he wanted to.
"Really?" He looked up at his lover, hand moving down to caress his inner thigh, fingertips daring to brush by Derek's ass, goosebumps rising to the wolf's skin before he chuckled, making Stiles look up.
"No, not really." He gave a cocky grin, swiftly sitting up and grabbing the other's wrists, pressing their chests together and pulling Stiles' arms around his neck. He closed the space between their lips, feeling Stiles' hands curl in his hair and tug him away, glaring at him.
"That's not funny."
"You're just lucky I let you touch me there."
Stiles rolled his eyes, hands traveling down onto the other's shoulders, "I thought it was my day to have control."
"Sorry, it's just so hard to change my ways." Derek was still wearing that cocky smile, and the smaller teen couldn't help but want to have that mouth on him again.
"Yeah, yeah. Come on, it's time to shower, I feel... sticky." He went to get up, letting his hand slide down the older teen's chest before grabbing his hand, pulling him up as well. Leading him to the bathroom and flipping the light on, their hands parted as Stiles went to turn the water on.
The younger teen glanced back his lover, watching him try to fix his hair in the mirror, to no avail with everything that happened yesterday. He straightened up after pulling up the stop to the faucet, letting the shower start, walking over and wrapping his arms around Derek's waist.
"Open the medicine cabinet." He mumbled against the wolf's skin, lips pressing against it before nuzzling closer, trying to bypass that they were still both naked. He heard the cabinet's hinges squeak, and the low amused exhale that could pass for a chuckle.
"How did you know what hair gel I use?" Derek asked, setting the bottle back in the cabinet, closing the latch to look at the kid through the mirror, who was hiding his face in the back of his shoulder.
"...I happened upon knowing the brand while I was... places."
"You mean you snuck in my house and looked over my stuff two days ago after Scott told you to stay away from me. Your scent was everywhere."
Stiles blushed, putting that to memory, needing to be more careful, "Sorry."
The wolf turned, giving a peck to the other's lips in a silent "Don't be", before taking his hand and holding open the curtain of the shower, letting the younger teen step into the warm spray of water first. Derek settled in next to him, watching as he got himself wet, licking his lips unconsciously even though he didn't have to, out of habit Derek supposed. The kid took his hand and pulled him close, under the spray, and the wolf suddenly wanted something more. More contact. He leaned his head forward, closing his eyes when the water was on him, mouthing at the skin of his lover's neck, feelings hands run down his soaked chest, tug him so they pressed together, stumbling back into the wall. Stiles' lips found his, locking them together as their tongues instantly battled, the kid not knowing what to do when the other let him win.
"Stiles." The older teen groaned into the other's mouth, fingertips gliding down his abdomen and hip, wrapping around the kid's half hard cock. Starting to pump, Stiles shivered and kissed him harder, length growing in Derek's hand, breathing becoming rough and heavy.
The smaller teen rocked his hips into the hand, head rolling back against the wall, moan slipping from his mouth, "Derek."
"I want you." The wolf whispered in his lover's ear, hand slowing, making him listen, "I want you to take me."
Stiles' breath hitched in his throat, eyes snapping open and looking into the older teen's, seeing it was serious. Before he knew it, he was pushing Derek back into the other wall, planting a hard kiss on his lips, making him moan at the force of it. Derek moaning? That's a new one. I like this. He broke the kiss, panting for a moment, before looking up into those blue eyes.
"Turn around."
Derek let out a deep breath at the commanding sound of his lover's voice, and he turned, mumbling about how he didn't need to be prepared. He wanted Stiles now, all of him, and even though he was supposed to the submissive one, he couldn't help in trying to get what he wanted faster. He stopped pressing his hips back when the smaller teen pressed up against him, biting down on his pulse point, making him brace himself on the wall.
"Calm down." The younger teen whispered after he released him, moving away slightly to spit into his hand and slick up his member, wanting to be fully sure he wouldn't hurt Derek. He stepped forward again and positioned himself at the wolf's entrance, letting out a shaky breath. He carefully rocked his hips forward, slipping with ease inside the other body, holding back a gasp at how good it felt. He buried himself in, then paused, hand on Derek's hip, other running up and down his abdomen soothingly.
The wolf had his head bowed, hands pressed flat against the wall, steam and water of the shower dampening his senses, except for feel. Feel was amplified, because he sure felt Stiles inside of him, and he'd wish the kid would start moving. He pulled a move from the first time him and Stiles had been together like this and pushed back, signalling him to move. He let out a grunt when the kid's hips bucked forward without permission. Stiles bit his lip and rested his head on Derek's shoulder, starting to shallowly thrust, testing on what noises he heard from his lover. God, this feels so good. He wanted so bad just to fuck him like Derek does to him, but he knew he shouldn't, and a part of him didn't want to, either.
He kept a steady rhythm, increasing speed only when Derek urged him to, breathing ragged when the older teen started to talk dirty, hips bucking accidentally hard into him, making him cry out without holding back, feeling the intense pleasure rack through him. Stiles stopped abruptly, shakily asking his name.
"S-Stiles, don't stop." The wolf begged, rocking back against him, breathing heavily and wanting that spike of pleasure again.
The younger teen placed his hands on Derek's, pressing fully up against him and pumping harder in and out of him, groaning against the nape of the other's neck. He kept a steady rhythm, only speeding up when Derek urged him to, feeling his insides clench around him like he wanted him to go crazy. He so badly wanted to just fuck him like the older teen did to him, but he knew he shouldn't. He did want want a sour wolf the rest of the day.
"Just fuck me, Stiles," The wolf gasped out, heartbeat erratic and booming in his chest, able to hear his lover's muffled by all the pleasure and steam, "You know you want to. Just do it."
Stiles pushed himself in deeper and stopped, hand moving to grip Derek's hair, tip of his cock right at the other's sweet spot, "Magic word?"
"Fuck you." He growled out, but didn't move from his spot, letting the kid dominate him, claws coming out from frustration, although under control. The younger teen's hips bucked into him hard, making him choke on a groan when lips were on his, kissing him like he wanted to take everything from him, and it left him gasping for air when they broke apart.
Stiles started to pound into him, trying his best to remember basic functions with how amazing it felt, hand on Derek's hair moving down to his hip, then around, hand gripping his length and starting to pump like he would to himself. He was groaning into the wolf's ear and repeatedly sliding over his sweet spot, listening to Derek mumble out obscenities and requests, wanting more. Stiles obliged him. He felt the older teen tense up, and he started moaning his name, working faster, so close to the edge he could already feel it. Derek cried out, orgasm washing over him violently, hips bucking and vision going red for a fraction of a second before he was back again and feeling Stiles filling him up, loud groan flooding his ears, making his spine tingle.
They both leaned against each other for a moment, now completely still, Derek listening to his lover's heartbeat, Stiles listening to the other's breathing. He regained his strength and gently pulled out, a small noise leaving his lips before he turned, taking in the younger's flushed and wet appearance before he was on him again, engaging him in a lazy kiss as they moved back fully into the stream of water. When they parted, the kid kept his arms wrapped around him, only after a minute one leaning out and wrapping a cloth, starting to slowly soap them up. This kid is gonna kill me.
Stiles walked into the bedroom, latching his belt, seeing Derek set his clothes from yesterday on the bed, ready to put them back on and continue his day. He grabbed the hand that wasn't holding up the towel on his hips and lead him over to the dresser, opening a drawer.
"I got you a few things." He said simply, the wolf giving him a look of great thanks, opening his mouth to say so before he was being kissed. It took him a moment after the kid pulled away, something blooming in his chest and making him feel amazing.
"Thank you."
Stiles kissed him again, "I already knew that."
The amazing feeling in his chest exploded, making him smile, and the kid chuckle before pecking his lips one more time. He could get used to all the kisses, "Let me get dressed, I'll be ready to do whatever you want in a minute."
"Okay, I'll be downstairs." The younger teen nodded, reaching up and fixing a piece of his lover's hair that hadn't been gelled enough before smiling and leaving the room, but not before grabbing a black shirt from the drawer in Derek's size. The wolf chuckled, watching his lover walk out, listening to his heartbeat while he got dressed.
When he came down the stairs fixing his belt, Stiles was trying to get out the door with a tray of food, no doubt wanting to set something up for them. He was about to drop it, Derek catching it a moment before it hit the ground. The younger teen looked up at him with a thankful expression, smiling and collecting the food on the tray from slipping again.
"What are you doing?" Derek asked, chuckling softly, holding open the screen door as they moved outside. He followed, walking out onto the dock, getting a bit nervous the kid would fall as they walked out further. Stiles got to the end of the dock and set the tray down, then shot a smile over his shoulder at the other teen, motioning for him to come closer. Once the wolf had come closer, he pulled him down by his wrist, watching him fall to his knees willingly, then sit with a little care, crossing his legs Indian style and looking over at his lover.
"I thought we could eat out here... and I didn't know what you wanted, so I just decided to make almost everything in the kitchen." Stiles picked up a sandwich, ready to eat it when Derek took it from him.
"You should eat something warm. You're already starting to look cold." The wolf said, taking a bite of the sandwich before putting it down, picking up the bowl of noodles and taking off the cover, handing it to him along with a fork.
The younger teen rolled his eyes, even though he was right, and took the bowl and fork, starting to eat. Derek made a proud face, licking his lips before taking another bite of his sandwich, but he knew Stiles was letting him win this time.
They ate, the younger teen being surprised that the wolf ate the same things as him, and actually liked the same foods as him. They talked; about lots of subjects and told stories of their favorite summers and school days, Stiles mostly consisting of lunch time and recess... And that one time in art class when he ate a whole bottle of paste after Danny and Scott dared him. He actually liked it. Derek's were mostly field trips and gym classes, he remembered the time he was forced to climb the rope all the way to the ceiling, and he did it with ease, slipping back down to a dumbfounded looking teacher; he was only a fourth grader and it was a punishment, but the older teen found it fun.
They huddled together, Stiles only leaving when he got too cold, bringing the tray back inside, coming back out in Derek's jacket, blanket and flashlight in hand. The wolf chuckled, laying down and beckoning his lover to do the same. The younger teen set the blanket on them before he laid down and cuddled into the welcoming arm that cradled him into his body, sharing the warmth. The older teen's hand slipped under the leather of his jacket, onto the shirt that was a size and a half too big for his lover, and under that to Stiles' skin. He loved the warm feeling of the other's skin, smooth and completely human, almost innocent in a way. He was so attached to this kid, he loves this kid and he wanted to protect him and keep him happy forever... He loves Stiles. Loves him more than anything.
"I love you, Stiles." He whispered, letting out a deep breath at getting it out, a smile tugging at his lips as soon as he did. He didn't hear the other teen respond, and he looked down, seeing his eyes closed and lips parted slightly, breathing slow and calm. He was already asleep. Derek let out a breathy chuckle to himself and rolled his eyes, typical. He took a moment before getting up and carrying Stiles carefully back into the house.