Stiles felt like a puppy that had yet to be house broken. A ball of energy concentrated into a tiny capsule. His body literally felt like it was vibrating. It wasn't. Or if it was, Derek said nothing about it. Part of him felt like he should be nervous, but he was strangely content. Not content, per se. It was that feeling in the pit of your stomach you got when you feel just a bit overconfident about a test you know you didn't study for.
As per usual, Derek was calm. If it were possible he seemed even sterner behind the wheel of his Camaro. His green eyes were covered by the metallic plating of his sunglasses. Stiles was finding it increasingly difficult not to stare. Everything about Derek was bulging. His chest. His biceps. His thighs. His crotch.
From what Stiles could tell, Derek was still erect. It was close enough for Stiles to reach out and touch. At the very least Derek would growl at him again. That would be enough to hold him over until they got to the house. He took a deep breath and forced himself to look out of the window at the blur that was Beacon Hills.
How fitting.
Before all the werewolves, hunters, kanimas, and overall supernatural debauchery Beacon Hills was painfully boring. Stiles' biggest problem had been trying to figure out how to get more playing time in lacrosse. By more he obviously meant any playing time at all.
That seemed like such a lifetime away. Like the prelude to this new life he lived. A life filled with creatures of the imagination – an existence where his heart libido belonged to the Alpha of a pack of teenaged werewolves. Some mornings he Stiles felt like he was going to wake up and realize that this was all some crazy plot cooked up in his head after a binge of weed, Chips Ahoy, and Wes Craven flicks.
So far so good.
No freaks with razor sharp gloves running around in Christmas sweaters.
Well, that was if you excluded those weird layer sweater things Gerard wore. Stiles chuckled to himself. Equating Gerard and Freddy Kruger was amusing to him, especially when you thought about how weird the old man's facial structure as a whole was.
The real stuff nightmares are made of.
"You're uncharacteristically quiet." Derek said, shattering the ever-growing scenario in his mind of Gerard tormenting the children of Elm Street.
Stiles shrugged. He was honestly surprised that Derek even mentioned it. So often he told him that he talked too much. Stiles figured a little silence would do them good. Not to mention the fact that he wasn't sure what he'd do if he actually allowed his mouth to open.
If he kept his eyes on the passing landscape – which was really hard to do with these tinted windows – maybe he could have some kind of conversation without trying to maul Derek.
No promises.
"In case you hadn't noticed, I'm literally radiating sexual energy. One disturbance in the force and I'm going to go insane."
This time it was Derek who was silent. The house was at the very least another ten minutes out. The Hale House was nestled right in the middle of the woods. No real roads or anything lead directly to it. Which was strange – or would be had Stiles not known the truth about the family.
"The force?" A question that Stiles didn't think he'd have to answer. Star Wars fan or not, everyone knew the basics.
"You're joking right? What jackass doesn't know what the force is?" Stiles was still incredulous, and as per usual Derek remained his poised self. Though Stiles was sure he was looking at him from the corner of his eye despite his forward facing position.
Silence, again.
"I just didn't know you were a Jedi. Kinda puts things in perspective." Was that a joke? Sure it was. Was it funny? Not at all. The set up was all wrong and the punch line was flat… Wait. Was Stiles really sitting here analyzing bad jokes? Was he that comfortable with the idea that soon he and Derek would be having actual sex? Or was he content not to think about it till the actual act began.
Shit. He was thinking about it again, and as if on cue his cock was hard again. Straining against his jeans.
Derek's attention seemed to shift briefly from the road and to Stiles. It was a movement so subtle that Stiles was sure he'd made it up. "Did your cock just twitch?" Derek asked, once again making it sound like the most normal question in the world.
"No." Stiles lied. He was feeling slightly embarrassed, but he wasn't sure why. Derek was hard and had been since before they'd gotten in the car yet he showed no signs of being the least bit bashful. Maybe Stiles should've felt proud that he was what put it there.
He did. He knew he was proud of himself for that.
The real reason he was so frustrated with his own body was that twice today he'd been worked to his brink only to be pushed right back down. Hell, Stiles couldn't decipher his feelings and was done trying. He was thinking about the house. It's seclusion. It's privacy.
Though something still bothered him. It was likely the uneasy feeling he got whenever he was near that house. That house had been the catalyst of a lot of horrific events in his life. Events that he was not about to sit and rehash right before he went to have sex.
Sex.
Sex in the Hale house.
It was that moment his mind formed the link.
Stiles would be losing his virginity in a charred old house that was likely to fall sooner rather than later. That place was to be committed to his memory for life now. Something a kin to an Oasis nestled in a desert of the most traumatic moments of Stiles' life.
Still the place was more or less on the lower end on the places that he wanted to lose his virginity. The backseat of the Camaro would've been a good place, though once again Stiles knew better than to suggest it.
They'd left Beacon Hills behind now and there were nothing but trees on either side of them now. Five minutes till the house. Stiles stole a glance at Derek again who could have quite possibly been displeased by the overall disjointedness of their conversations. Both times he tired to initiate conversation, both times he was shot down with one-word answers or less than ideal retorts to his attempts at humor.
Except Derek seemed… Comfortable?
His brow wasn't furrowed. His jaw wasn't clinched. Hands were loose on the steering wheel. Derek was betraying no real emotion, aside from the erection.
Good sign.
Regardless, Stiles felt like he needed to make up for his behavior. Which was why he slid his hand over between Derek's legs, warm hand palming the hard on. Stiles was surprised by how warm the area was, though he shouldn't have been.
He thought of dogs in heat, but that seemed disrespectful.
Derek still didn't move. Stiles was studying him while his hand explored. It was like Derek was on autopilot. Maybe he was immune to this little game. Or was too sexually in control of himself to be too affected by this again. Earlier their hormones were at a high and anything would set them off. Derek had had time to get back in control of himself.
Stiles couldn't have that.
His hand traveled north, and he felt his body tense. His bravery didn't leave him though as he pulled Derek's zipper. Stiles was sure he heard Derek's breathing shift as he stuck his hand through the hole, fingertips teasing the long shaft.
"Stiles." Derek said with what Stiles determined was a great effort. His tone was a cross between warning and whining. Stiles liked that. He squeezed the length lightly and there was a noticeable change around them this time.
"What?" Stiles asked.
"Stop." Derek's voice was gruff. That growl was coming back. That lust filled growl that made Stiles want to cum right there.
As usual, the younger man persisted. His hand ran over the material of Derek's underwear, loving the way his cock literally throbbed under his touch. "You know what'd be awesome?"
Derek didn't answer.
Stiles didn't either… Not right away. He was fiddling with Derek's underwear again. Trying to pull him through the opening in the front of his underwear. Derek's teeth were pressing into his bottom lip now. Stiles was close to fishing the dick all the way out when Derek's hand gripped his wrist.
"What are you doing?" Derek growled. The sound came straight from his loins and Stiles felt like his eyes were going to roll into the back of his head.
"What do you think I'm doing?" Stiles countered.
"No." Derek said simply. "It's way too dangerous."
"What the hell? You have werewolf reflexes, you can totally handle it." Stiles wasn't giving up on this without a fight. Though he knew when Derek had made up his mind about something it wasn't likely to change. He'd acknowledge the fact that Derek knew what he was after without him even getting that far, later.
"I'm still a man, Stiles." Derek started, head turning to full on face Stiles now. "And if you try and suck my dick while we're driving I'm going to lose control and we're going to crash and you would probably die. Is that what you want?"
"Is that a trick question?"
Derek stopped the car. Now, two things could happen now. One (the likely option) Stiles was about to be put out. He couldn't even get a sexcapade right. Idiot. He was just trying to be sexy. A lot of guys thought car head was hot. The rush of it all. Stiles had gotten the one guy who wanted to obey traffic laws. Anyways, his second option. Derek could decide to fuck him right there on the side of the road.
Neither idea came to pass.
"I swear to God Stilinski." Derek was speaking through his teeth. It was intimidating and sexy all at the same time. The white-hot kiss that followed re-ignited Stiles' already blazing hormones. "I am going to fuck the shit out of you."
Well. There's an idea. "You're not very good at this whole threatening thing anymore."
"It's a promise."
The car was in motion again. Stiles could see the house now, just as dark and dank as it had always been. Fortunately Stiles was wrapped in his own hormone induced stupor that he didn't care anymore. Bad memories be damned. His hand was still in Derek's pants, and the 'threat' still hung in the air. Derek had steeled himself again, but he was driving faster now. The harsh turn and abrupt stop were almost enough to send Stiles through the windshield had it not been for his seatbelt.
"Thanks for the whiplash." Stiles spat sarcastically, but it fell upon deaf ears because Derek had already stepped out of the car and was heading up towards the house. Nervousness was pooling in the pit of Stiles' stomach again. The house itself wasn't scary. Like, the things in it didn't scare him. The idea of the whole place capsizing was what intimidated him.
But his need to get plowed outweighed his sense of good judgment in this instance.
Derek pushed the door open. Stiles supposed there was no need for locked doors when you were a walking security system in the middle of the woods. Convenient. When they were over the threshold, Stiles expected to go left and be shepherded into the great room, as he was any other time he was here. Not this time. Derek stood at the foot of the stairs and stared at him quizzically.
"Where are you going?" He asked, leaning on the railing that Stiles thought was going to disintegrate under his touch.
"Where are you going?" Stiles repeated. "We're not doing it here?"
Derek shook his head. "No, believe it or not there are actual bedrooms here."
Stiles wanted to say something biting and sarcastic, but he couldn't. Primarily because he hadn't actually considered the fact that this house had a real upstairs. That a real live family actually dwelled here once upon a time. Derek took the stairs two a time and was clearly more confident than Stiles who was afraid to put his full weight down on any of them.
With his luck one would break and he'd have to go to the hospital or something. Which would mean, no sex.
Stiles was not about to risk Derek's body eluding him again.
Derek led Stiles towards the door at the far end of the house. Stiles' stomach felt like it was tied in a thousand knots – twisting and turning inside of him. He couldn't imagine what kind of scorched bed that Derek was going to convince him to lay on.
Stiles knew he'd do it, which wasn't a thought that comforted him in the slightest. Still, he followed Derek all the way to the door.
Part of him wanted to close his eyes when Derek opened the door, but he refrained. Stiles stepped inside and stared. This didn't make a lot of sense. This room was clearly in better condition that the rest of the house. Stiles stared at the big bed that sat on no frame in the middle of the floor. Dark blue sheets draped over it, streaming sunlight lit the room.
"Has this always been here?" Stiles asked, confused – thankful the bed wasn't charred.
"As of a couple hours ago." Derek's voice was even, but Stiles could tell he was smiling without actually having to turn and look at him. The knots in his stomach relaxed momentarily as it hit him.
"This was what you were doing when you left."
"I didn't want your first time to be on some sooty floor. Even I know you deserve better than that."
Were they having a moment? Stiles had no sarcastic retort. Derek's voice held no malice or annoyance. His voice was so inviting without that edge. Rather than speak further, Stiles turned and pulled Derek's lips to his own. This kiss said everything that he hadn't. It was his gratitude, his excitement, and his anxiety all rolled up onto one.
This was not his fantasy. He had no control over Derek here. He couldn't will his clothes away.
It was no longer one sided.
Derek's hands were holding Stiles in place by the waist. His hands were always so warm. He wasn't even squeezing hard, but Stiles could feel the strength in his fingers. Stiles wasn't sure what to do now, so he pulled from earlier. His mouth opened and he pushed his tongue passed Derek's lips – their tongues wrestling.
Derek's grip shifted from Stiles' hip to the nape of his ass, lifting the boy's leg around his waist picking him up with little to no effort. This only served to turn Stiles on more. He linked his ankles at Derek's lower back, refusing to break the kiss for any reason. As long as they stayed connected like this his nerves would remain at bay. He shifted his head and attacked Derek's mouth from another angle, and the Alpha responded with as much passion as Stiles.
The bed was getting ever closer as Derek approached. Stiles wasn't sure what to expect when Derek laid him down against the plush mattress.
He studied it with the back of his mind. It was soft and felt new. Stiles found himself wondering where Derek actually got this mattress. Was it new? Had he stolen it from somewhere? He didn't know, and right now he knew that he shouldn't care. His Sourwolf was on top of him right now, their clothed erections creating a friction that Stiles had only dreamt of before today.
This was already more intense than his fantasy and they were still fully clothed. Why were they still fully clothed? Stiles broke the kiss, but Derek took the separation – not to breathe – but to attack the crook of Stiles' neck. His lips, teeth, and tongue grazing the spot. A usual hickey.
Except… Something was off about it. It was like Derek was marking his territory, which Stiles didn't mind. As long as he wasn't trying to pee on him it was fine.
Stiles' hand slid up Derek's body and rested on the back of his head, fingertips gently grazing the raven hair trying to keep his thoughts together as Derek continued to make little marks on his neck. Opening his legs wider, he left Derek settle in between them. His Sourwolf's thrusts beginning to come quicker with more force.
Derek was literally fucking him with their clothes on.
Yeah the clothes had to go, now. "Derek…" Stiles whined whispered. Derek was once again a step ahead of him. Leaning back on his haunches – their crotches still connected – Derek lifted his hand and claws sprouted from his nails. With a quick swipe the shirt was split open and Stiles' bare torso was exposed.
Stiles felt obligated to say something. "I liked that shirt."
"Who cares?" Derek retorted, leaning down to press his lips to the smooth skin of his chest, his hands holding onto Stiles' waist once again.
"Touché." Speaking was difficult. No one had ever kissed or even touched these sensitive areas of Stiles' milky white body before. He was taking notes so that he could replicate when it was his turn. He refused to look like an idiot now. Tonight was his night to shine and he wasn't going to fuck that up.
Derek shh'd him as he leaned over his right nipple. The closer he got to it, the more Stiles' cock twitched in his jeans. When the tongue and teeth combination hit his head writhed into the bed. It felt like his nerve endings were on fire and he never wanted to be without this feeling again.
He felt useless up here. He was doing nothing for Derek and Derek was doing everything for him. The heat was on his other nipple now, and Stiles was on cloud 9. He kicked his sneakers off and tried to think of a way to get involved. Derek was peppering his chest with soft kisses now. This was his opening. In porn the guys managed to wrestle each other for position. Maybe that would work?
Stiles gripped Derek by the waist and shifted his hips. But Stiles should've known that Derek's center of gravity was perfect. Derek laughed. "What're you doing?"
"Just get on the bottom."
"You were trying to flip me over?"
"You're still on top of me."
Never without the banter. Derek conceded though, and rolled them over leaving Stiles astraddle on top of him. Tattered remains of his shirt hanging loosely from his arms. That was going to be the first to go. Now that he was fully topless he could focus on Derek now. His hands ran the length of Derek's torso, able to feel every perfect angle and muscle beneath the thin black t-shirt.
When his hands reached the collar, he gripped and pulled… The shirt tore! It actually tore on his first try. Fuck yeah. Stiles pulled until all of Derek's torso was exposed, smirking down at Derek who seemed impressed.
Okay Stiles. Time to show what you can do.
He was talking to himself again.
Leaning down, Stiles caught Derek's lips again. Kissing him deeply, his tongue a bit more rough this time. His movements as a whole were rougher than he meant for them to be. Derek was the Alpha wolf; Stiles didn't want to be taken by a puppy. He knew he wanted Derek at his most animalistic. Er—well not most animalistic. But close.
Stiles' fingers caught Derek's nipples and squeezed them causing Derek to moan loudly into their kiss. Stiles could hear the growl settling in his stomach. He had to hear it soon. Stiles moved down, feeling Derek's eyes following him. His lips kissing down Derek's very taut midsection. There was a destination in mind, and he was willing to bypass over steps to get to it.
Hands fumbled with Derek's belt and when it was open, the button and zipper were much easier to remove. This was the moment of truth. Gripping the sides of the pants, Stiles tugged and Derek helped by lifting his hips. The pants weren't hard to remove and Stiles heard the distinctive sound of erection slapping against stomach. He hadn't looked up yet. Suddenly feeling almost intimidated.
He forced himself to look – he almost fainted.
Derek Hale naked was something that a person needed to see before dying. One of those rites of passage. Though now Stiles was selfish. This prize was his and his alone. No one would ever do this to him. No one would make that cock jut proudly upwards the way Stiles had. He was going to see to that fact.
How was he going to proceed? He'd never actually… sucked cock before. It couldn't be that hard. He'd been deep throating Bomb Pops since he was six. Derek's cock wasn't too much bigger. Except it kind of was… Okay. Stop overthinking it. It was go time.
Stiles pressed his lips to Derek's inner thigh. His right hand trailed up Derek's body, palming his abs. Stiles was committing every bit of this to memory. No more would he have to speculate what Derek's cock would feel like, because he'd know first hand. Stiles' tongue ran the length of Derek's balls all the way to the tip of his cock, and he could've sworn that he felt Derek shiver.
Another long lick – another taste committed to memory.
The palm of Stiles' hand wrapped around Derek's cock and gave it a squeeze. It felt bigger around than he'd given it credit for. He pumped the cock up and down roughly, and Derek's hips arched up off the bed into Stiles' touch. His mouth loomed over the head, breathing hot breaths over and sending shockwaves up and down Derek's spine.
He was practically crooning for Stiles' mouth, and the younger boy was happy to oblige. Stiles opened his mouth wide and started to go down, but Derek's cock was big. Eight and a half inches, maybe more. Plus, this was Stiles' first time sucking dick. The taste of Derek's cock was like a drug for Stiles who was now eagerly trying to push more inches down his throat. His ambition caused him to choke.
"Sorry. It's big." Stiles whispered, lips still at the head of Derek's dick. "It's fine, just keep going."
Okay. He could do that. This time when he took the length he got half way down before inhaling sharply through his nose and taking a few more inches. It was only then that Stiles noticed the hand massaging his scalp lightly. That excited him and he pulled up and bobbed down again, wanting to pleasure Derek as best he could.
"Stiles." Derek moaned.
Stiles picked up the pace again. "Stiles." He moaned again – which Stiles once again took as a sign of encouragement.
"Teeth, Stiles. Teeth." Derek said finding some kind of sternness in his voice again. Unfortunately Stiles' mind was hardwired for one thing right now and it was cock.
"What the hell are you saying?" Stiles asked, almost sounding offended that Derek was trying to distract him.
"Watch the teeth." Derek retorted, before pushing Stiles' mouth back down on his cock. And like a good little boy, Stiles went back to his work careful not to let his teeth scrape Derek up too much. It was a difficult feat considering his girth, but Stiles must've been doing a better job. There was a lot more spit now and Derek was full on moaning now.
"There you go. Get it nice and wet so I can fuck you." Fuck. Somewhere along the way Stiles had forgotten that this tool was supposed to go in his other end sooner or later. The thought thrilled and intimidated him all at once. He honestly wasn't sure if he could take it all, but as horny as he was it'd take a sheer act of God for him not to try.
Stiles pulled up and wrapped his hand around the base of the cock and began to suck solely on the head while jerking Derek off. The larger man's hands were twisting in the bed sheets, trying to keep himself together. For a first timer Stiles felt like he was doing a pretty good job.
Stiles Stilinski: Cocksucking Extraordinaire!
Derek's hips were lifting off the bed, pushing his length further and further into Stiles' throat. "Come on, Stiles. You can take the whole thing. I know you can." Derek's voice. That fucking growl was coming. It was getting closer and closer to the surface. Stiles could hear it whenever Derek spoke to him. He felt his eyes watering as he bottomed out on Derek, and they just kind of sat there. Derek was trembling and Stiles was trying not to choke to death.
When Derek's hips fell back against the table, Stiles pulled up for air. He tried his best not to cough, and was surprisingly successful at it. But Derek was horny and was as close to wolf mode as he could get without actually going wolf. Sexual haze did that to him, Stiles deduced. Because their mouths were crashing together again, Derek's lips bruising Stiles'.
Derek was about to claim Stiles.
Was he ready? Stiles sure as fuck hoped so.
With a quick motion, Stiles was on the bottom again. Derek staring down at with hungry eyes. His hands were rough against Stiles' body now. When they found his belt it was stood no chance. Derek pulled it from his body with ease and pulled his jeans down with such force the button went flying somewhere across the room. Stiles made a note to himself to bring an extra change of clothes next time.
His underwear? Annihilated. Stiles' stomach knotted again despite his erection jutting from his own body. He was expecting Derek to take his length into his mouth, but he was wrong. Derek pulled his legs up onto his shoulders and laid flat against the bed. Derek was travelling south.
No fucking way.
That's when Stiles felt it. Derek's spongy tongue at his entrance, pushing and probing. The tight ring of muscle stood no chance against Derek. The man pushed right by it with ease, which made Stiles' back arch off the bed and dig his heels into Derek's back. "FUCK!" Stiles was so thankful that they were out in the middle of nowhere, because he knew that he was about to be loud.
"Tell me how much you love it, Stiles." Derek muttered against Stiles' hole, tongue tickling it. "You taste so good." He added to the end
"Put your tongue back in there, come on. Keep tongue fucking me, it feels so good." Stiles was not above whining – which was precisely what he was doing. He was crying out for Derek who was kind enough to give him what he wanted without too much of a fight. His tongue continued to probe and lick around Stiles' warm velvety depths. This hole was unchartered and Derek was looking forward to feeling it stretch around him.
Derek brought a hand up to Stiles' cock and gripped it hard. "Don't cum, Stiles. Not till I say you can."
"That's easier said than done." It was hard for Stiles to form a coherent sentence, but he'd managed to. It only got him a particularly rough squeeze from Derek.
"You do what I say and it'll feel so much better when I tell you to let go." At least his motives weren't selfish. It was just that Stiles' sexual high had reached critical levels and he wasn't sure if he could handle being eaten and jerked all at once. But he'd have to figure out a way because Derek was not showing any signs of stopping. His fist continued to pump Stiles' cock and his tongue continued to eat his hole.
"I'm going to stick a couple fingers inside you." Derek said, sucking two of his fingers into his mouth. Stiles was silent. He knew he was still loose from earlier with his own fingers, but he was going to let Derek do his thing. His body welcomed the fingers without much struggle at all. The earlier session and the stellar rim job from earlier had Stiles loose. Derek was still slow.
Which Stiles didn't like.
"Come on, Derek."
Still slow – which was why Stiles reached down and grabbed Derek by the wrist and pushed the fingers deeper into his ass. He moaned out as Derek looked at him kind of wide-eyed, clearly not prepared for Stiles' burst of aggression. Nevertheless he went with it, pulling his fingers out and shoving them back in roughly opening Stiles' body up. If he was going to be like this then Derek was surely going to keep his promise and fuck the shit out of Stiles.
Fuck him raw and fuck him hard.
"You ready for me Stiles?" Derek asked, voice gruff – fingers still probing.
"Fuck me, Derek." Stiles whined. He wanted to cum. He wanted to get fucked. He wanted to cum while getting fucked.
Derek shifted on the bed, leaving Stiles' legs up on his shoulders he looked down in his eye, head of his cock teasing Stiles' entrance. "You're sure?" Despite his animalistic urge to ream Stiles he was refraining. This was Stiles' first time and Derek didn't want to be the asshole that took advantage of him just because he was horny.
"Derek. Put your fucking dick in me now." Stiles said, with a roll of the eyes. They'd come that far, why would he ruin it by asking Derek to stop? Derek laughed. That throaty sound again, but he was doing what Stiles wanted. He was pushing the head of his slick cock to Stiles' entrance.
They both swore, almost in unison. This hurt a bit more than Stiles thought that it would, he felt like someone was skewering him, which was technically what was happening. "You're so tight." Stiles wanted to say 'no shit', but the words didn't come. All he did was whimper curse words as he felt Derek open him up. When Derek was half sheathed inside of Stiles he stopped to let the smaller man adjust to the intrusion.
Stiles squeezed his eyes shut, but tried his hardest not to let his face register too much pain. The last thing he wanted was for Derek to abandon ship because it hurt too much. Stiles inhaled sharply and forced his body to relax. When he opened his eyes he could see Derek staring at him. No doubt waiting for some kind of sign.
"Keep going." Stiles whispered surprised that his voice hadn't shook and crumbled.
Derek followed instruction and continued to push his length inside of Stiles. Just a few more inches remained and Stiles took them happily. Derek was growling now. A low sound, and Stiles realized that he was probably adjusting just like he'd had to. "You alright?" Derek asked, eyes locking with Stiles'.
"Never been better." Stiles retorted, though Derek still didn't move. "You know you can start with the in and out now." He strained to say, but even filled to the brim with cock he had a smart mouth.
"Shut up, Stiles." Derek growled – once again not one of those intimidating sounds.
"I'm just say—" Stiles was cut off by a particularly sharp thrust from Derek. The smaller man moaned at the sudden movement. His asshole throbbed, but it was the best kind of pain he'd ever felt in his life. Derek had changed again. A moment ago he was making sure Stiles was all right, but now that animal was back.
He slipped his hand behind Stiles' head and pulled him upwards, smashing their lips together. "Remember what the promise I made you?" He growled. Definitely intimidating this time.
"I am going to fuck the shit out of you."
Derek was a man / wolf of his word, because after that sharp thrust another followed. Derek's grip on Stiles' thighs was tight the smaller man was pinned against the bed. His mouth was open and he was cursing, head arching and burying itself into the bed. He was sure he looked possessed. Derek didn't seem to notice, or if he did he used it for motivation.
Stiles was loving this and Derek was content to give him more. His hips slammed against Stiles' ass at an almost blindingly rapid pace. If he had his way Stiles wasn't going to be walking out of there. Pushing Stiles' legs open he leaned in and braced himself on both sides of the bed next to Stiles' head. Derek ground his hips into Stiles, his cock sinking deeper than it had before. With the way he was moving Stiles could tell that he was searching for something inside his body.
His sweet spot.
And fuck all he was hitting it now, and Stiles was going wild. Arms wrapping around Derek's back, hanging onto him like a koala. Nails drug deep red lines into Derek's muscles, and there it was.
The growl.
"You want it rough?" Derek asked, eyes dark and brows raised. Stiles must've upped the ante with his overzealous behavior. Derek stabbed him with his cock a little harder. "Come on, Stiles. I asked you a question." This time he pulled his cock out completely and Stiles immediately felt hollow. Fuck he needed Derek back inside of him.
"Yeah, I want it rough. As rough as you can be." He whined, which Derek found slightly amusing.
With his grip returning to Stiles' leg he filled him over again. Derek brought his hand down to his ass; licking his lips he smacked Stiles hard. The sound of rough hands hitting the soft flesh of Stiles' ass echoed through the room.
"Again." Stiles said before taking the sheets in his mouth as a brace. Derek complied. Another hard smack on Stiles' ass. There were going to be red marks there, definitely. That thought was more of a turn on than it should've been. Another reminder of who had claimed him.
Stiles shivered. Derek's cock was at his entrance again, teasing around the edge again. "Arch your back." Derek said, but didn't wait for Stiles to do it. His palm flattened on the small of his back and pushed down. Stiles followed the movement and raised his ass higher in the air.
"Put it in, Alpha."
With one good thrust, Derek was buried to the hilt inside of Stiles again. It hurt like a motherfucker, but Stiles knew he'd learn to enjoy it. He wanted Derek to be rough with him and that was what he was getting now. The roughness of the Alpha wolf. Something about being called Alpha just turned Derek on. Maybe because Stiles wasn't actually under any ancient rules to follow him, but he seemed to anyways.
Maybe this was why he was so content to be rough with him. A primal cue to show him who was boss.
Plus he had the tightest most amazing ass he'd ever fucked.
Whatever the case, Stiles was having the time of his life. This was literally his fantasy come true. Derek was fucking him hard from the back, pulling his body onto his cock with such velocity that Stiles was sure it was going to shoot out of his mouth.
His own cock had been untouched but it was stiffening and he knew that he was going to cum soon. Three sexual high points in the day, he was pretty sure he'd earned a nice hard cum shot. He rocked his own hips back against Derek, meeting his rough thrusts. Derek seemed surprised, which was why he pushed Stiles' head down into the mattress.
A not so subtle way of saying that he had this under control? Probably.
Derek continued to rock his hips into Stiles' body opening him up and pummeling his prostate. Stiles was whining now, a string of words that made no sense. Things like 'honey butter fuck shit.' Stiles was literally beside himself with pleasure as Derek fucked him.
An arm wrapped around his chest and effortlessly pulled Stiles back up. "Cum for me Stiles." Derek growled in his ear, but made no effort to grab his cock. He just kept fucking. Hard, deep thrusts into Stiles. Clearly Derek had a plan. He didn't need to touch Stiles because this amazing stimulation was enough to send him over the edge without a single touch.
Stiles wanted to swear as he came, but words choked him. All he could do was moan as spurt after spurt of cum came flying out of his cock. It painted the sheets and had gone as far as the wall in front of him. If he wasn't so drunk, he'd be proud of himself. Derek continued to hold onto him, continued to fuck him. But his own thrusts were erratic now and Stiles knew he was going to cum soon too.
"Keep fucking me, Alpha." He whispered between deep panting breaths. If Derek wasn't holding onto him he would've collapsed.
Derek obliged trying to get to his own impending orgasm. He wasn't sure where Stiles actually wanted it though. Should he just make the decision on his own? No. That's not cool. "Where do you want it?"
"Huh?" Stiles breathed. "Want what?"
Derek continued fucking, but couldn't hide his eye roll. "My cum, Stiles. Where do you want me to shoot it?"
Well this wasn't something he'd actually thought about before. He blinked, but his mind was still fuzzy. "Not a whole lot of time to decide." Derek added.
This wasn't an SAT question. There were only a few places where it could actually go. Stiles furrowed his brow. "Stiles!"
"Mouth!" He said in a voice a kin to panic.
Derek pulled out and pushed Stiles down into the bed, letting him land right in his own pool of cum. Quickly Derek straddled Stiles' face. "Open."
Stiles did as he was instructed; mouth hanging open and Derek inserted himself, bracing himself on the wall. His breathing was ragged and Stiles knew what was coming. One of Derek's hands held him in place by the neck, and Stiles focused on the cock in his mouth. It was such a weird thing, tasting himself on Derek's cock. Before today he would've thought it was gross.
It was actually hot.
Speaking of hot… Derek's load erupted right in Stiles' mouth. Cum hit the back of his throat and filled his mouth quickly. Derek held onto him. Stiles wanted the cum in his mouth, so he was going to get it. Besides, he wouldn't be able to stop himself even if he wanted to. What felt like ten volleys of cum came shooting from Derek's cock and Stiles did his best to swallow it, but some managed to escape and trickle down his chin.
Derek pulled out and collapsed next to Stiles, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "Thanks for drowning me." Stiles said.
"Stiles."
"What?"
"Don't ruin the moment."
Stiles opened his mouth to speak again, but refrained. The taste of Derek was still on his tongue and he was content to just enjoy that. He blinked, and Derek seemed to be getting hazy with fatigue.
"Hey, Derek. Is cuddling totally out of the Alpha rulebook?"
Derek glanced over and chuckled ever so slightly. "Get over here, Stilinski."
He smiled stupidly as he crawled into Derek's arms. And there it was. The dream had come true. Stiles Stilinski. The friend. The outcast. The loser. Stiles Stilinski was now the lover. The Alpha's lover. He'd woo'd his Sourwolf and nothing could've made him happier.