"So…" Derek began, sitting facing Stiles on the teen's bed.
"So." Stiles replied. He looked away – staring at Derek's impossibly attractive face wasn't the best way to gather his thoughts. He picked at a loose thread on his blanket for a minute before continuing.
"There's this guy in therapy and he said something today and it made me realize. Fuck, Derek, I love you. I fucking love you and I had to say that and I'm ready to say it a million more times. Like it or not, we're surrounded by danger every day, and you just need to know. I love you."
He looked up to the man's face, not sure what he'd find there.
What he found, however, was Derek's face, with a giant smile and something? Lust? In his eyes, inches from his own, barely giving him time to register it before he was pinned to the bed.
He struggled as he processed the fact that a giant werewolf had his wrists pinned to the bed and was straddling his hips. He supposed that being in that situation with most werewolves would terrify him, but most werewolves didn't have giant grins on their faces as the said, "I love you too, Stiles."
With that they were crushing their lips together, a frantic attempt to get all the physical contact they could, hold each other and never let go. It was rough and messy and he fucking loved it. Derek was everywhere on top of him, pinning his wrists, attacking his mouth, nipping at his neck, and Stiles couldn't do anything but rut his hips up in an attempt to get some kind of release. Then Derek's thigh was between his and the friction was so delicious and how the fuck was he supposed to form any coherent thoughts when Derek was everywhere on him at once? Before he knew it Stiles was coming in his pants like a teenager, which, given that he was a teenager, was almost as excusable as it was embarrassing.
Derek released him and sat back on his legs, a self-satisfied smirk on his face at his effect on Stiles, who was still panting on the bed with a wet stain on the front of the jeans.
The smirk was quickly wiped off when Stiles gathered the composure to launch himself at Derek, on top this time, and then his fingers were pulling at Derek's jeans. He may have already gotten off in his pants, but that didn't mean that he couldn't give Derek the blowjob of his life.
Buttons were undone and undergarments shed and it was then that Stiles realized that his face was actually inches from Derek Hale's dick. They'd exchanged handjobs through clothing, and were no strangers to intimacy, but he'd never actually been this up close and personal with it.
No time like the present, though, he decided as he licked his lips and glanced up at Derek's face.
Wow. Derek was staring at him, eyes completely blown with lust as ragged breaths left his chest. The arousal on Derek's face gave him the courage to take a firm grip and slowly lick the dick in front of him. If the gasp and shiver it elicited were anything to go by, he wasn't doing this completely wrong. Relieved, Stiles began in earnest, sucking the tip into his mouth a few times before trying to swallow it. He gagged a bit and heard a laugh from above him.
A hand caressed his cheek as Derek stared into his eyes and told him, "You don't have to do that. Really. Anything you do right now feels amazing."
Stiles nodded back, reassured, and began bobbing his head shallowly, covering the rest of the length with pumping his hand.
He wasn't an expert, but, he had to admit that he'd googled a few tips for giving blowjobs. What? He'd wanted to be prepared.
He experimented with twisting his hand, which brought another moan out of Derek's lips. Licking the head seemed to get positive feedback too.
Then, the moans almost constant now, Derek had his hands in his hair and his hips began to stutter. Derek shot him a questioning look, but Stiles kept going until he felt Derek clench beneath him before shooting his load down his throat.
He'd been expecting it, but the taste wasn't pleasant at all. Still, he swallowed, and it was gone in a minute, and a glance at Derek's amazed expression told him that he'd definitely made the right choice by swallowing.