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Author's note: so I wrote this chapter when I was hungry. Don't judge me.
At 9:25 Derek finally rolled over, allowing Styles to escape. He skittered down the stairs and got to the kitchen. He gasped at how clean it was, distinctly remembering Derek and him making a mess.
"I don't like my kitchen to be dirty." Said a rough voice behind Styles. The teen felt his skin crawl; the damn wolf seriously had to stop sneaking up on him.
"What do you want for breakfast?" Styles asked with a grin as he turned around to face his sourwolf.
"You." Derek said simply before pushing Styles against the counter. Styles gasped in surprise as Derek began pulling clothes off.
"You're damn horny for a sourwolf." Styles mumbled.
"Shut up Styles." Derek growled as he started jacking Styles off.
"No." Styles said suddenly pulling away. Derek snarled and began stalking after the retreating figure. "I'm still mad at you." Styles said turning around to find Derek standing right behind him with frustrated blue eyes locked onto their target.
"That's not fair." Derek growled as he pushed Styles against the counter. Styles was about to push him away when Derek got on his knees. "I'm only doing this to get back on your good side." Derek said shooting Styles a warning glare. He took Styles's dick into his hands and began pumping as his lips descended on the head. Styles was in ecstasy as his head popped into Derek's mouth. Derek's devilish tongue began flicking the tender part and Styles was panting as his hands gripped Derek's hair tightly. Derek began slowly licking down the base before returning his attention to the head. He licked the tip and shot a look up to Styles. Styles had his head thrown back and was trying desperately not to scream. Derek smirked at the sight of his little lover coming undone so easily. He turned his attention back to his task; he was going to make the teen scream. He went all the way down on his throbbing cock before returning to devouring just the head. Styles began bucking into Derek's mouth roughly, clearly close to cumming and tossing his head back and forth. Derek smirked as he went all the way down again, and feeling Styles begin spasming. He nearly laughed as Styles began screaming profanity intermingled with Derek's name. He smirked as he felt warm sticky liquid run down his throat. He watched as Styles flopped down on top of him and smirked as he scooped up the boy and carried him back to bed. He sat there watching the teen, waiting for him to wake up, wanting to talk, wanting to be there when he woke.
"You're gunna kill me." Styles rasped. Derek grinned. "Death by overstimulation." Styles said smiling as his eyes fluttered open and landed on Derek.
"You're such a little human." Derek laughed as he nuzzled the boy's ribs.
"Hey!" Styles giggled. "That tickles!" He said pushing the sourwolf away. A loud rumble filled their ears and they both turned to each other. Styles had a sheepish expression and Derek had one eyebrow raised. "Food." Styles said. They got up and put jeans on but left their torsos bare to tease the other.
"I already ate." Derek said with a smirk before getting up and dragging the boy back to the kitchen by their interlaced fingers. They shuffled down the stairs in their bare feet and made it to the kitchen without incident.
"What's for breakfast?" Styles asked smiling as he looked through the fridge. Derek stood behind him, much enjoying the sight of Styles bent over. He put a hand on either hip and began grinding into the teen. "Derek." Styles wined pushing him away.
"You shouldn't tease me." Derek said with a growl.
"I'm not teasing. I just too hungry to stand up straight." Styles said with a grin. Derek rolled his eyes and grabbed an apple before munching into it. "Make me breakfast snow white." Styles said grinning as he snatched the apple out of Derek's hands and closed the fridge. Derek rolled his eyes and began preparing pancakes. He was definitely as good of a cook as Styles but usually only made food for himself. He was showing off his skills to impress his mate, naturally. He made pancakes with apple chunks baked into them and chocolate syrup on top. It was delicious!
"Munchies?" Styles asked as he began eating and Derek resumed his apple.
"Breakfast." Derek responded.
"Damn. I could have used a smoke right about now." Styles commented slyly. Derek nodded, still wanting to impress his mate, as he got out his cigarettes. It was his special stock, his own creations. He had made them all with top of the line stuff while diluting the rest for the customers. He even rolled these few himself. He handed one to Styles while he lit up one for himself. He held out his lighter and watched as Styles lit up. Damn, this boy was sexy even getting high. Styles got up and sat down on Derek's lap, straddling him and pinning him to the chair. "Tell me you love me sourwolf." Styles whispered as he pushed his hands in his pants pockets. He grinned as he puffed a cloud of smoke into Derek's face. The sourwolf in question took the cigarette from his lips between two finders. He exhaled slowly through his nose.
"I love you my little human." Derek said as he slowly returned the cigarette to his lips. They sat there staring at each other until they were done their smoke break. They were surrounded by smoke, both in a fog because of the cigarettes and because of the drugs inside them. They stood up and went outside to get some fresh air. The cold nipped their flesh but they didn't mind.
"Has anyone ever ridden a werewolf?" Styles asked curiously. He meant it in a completely innocent cowboy gung ho way. Not dirty. He was standing in front of his sourwolf with Derek's arms draped around his shoulders. Styles had his back to Derek's front and was very content just standing with him.
"Not anyone that lived to tell about it." Derek said tartly.
"What about me?" Styles asked.
"You want to ride me?" Derek asked dryly.
"Why not?" Styles pouted. Derek sighed, that meant consent in Derek's world. Styles grinned happily as he stepped back, giving his boyfriend room to morph. Soon enough a big black wolf was standing before him and Styles grinned ever wider. He slowly walked up to it, running his fingers through the feather light black fur. He got to its side as it stood there, not moving. Its breaths came out in harsh fluffs of condensation due to his being a different temperature as the air. Styles stood there for a moment, at the wolf's side, as its blue eyes watched him. He was waiting for something to happen, anything. The wolf slowly went down so that it was crouching, allowing Styles to get on. Styles, giddy with excitement, scrambled up onto the back of the massive creature. Once Styles was on board he got back up and began trotting along gently. He was allowing Styles a chance to grow accustomed to the feel of his walk, so he could learn to ride. Styles, wanting to go faster, thought of a way to do that. In all the westerns he had ever seen, when the cowboy wanted to spur his horse into action, he would say giddy up.
"Giddy up!" Styles chirped, hoping for the best. The wolf craned its neck to look at him out of one blue eye. "Can you please go faster Derek?" Styles offered as an alternative. That seemed to appease the wolf because he slowly began to pick up speed. He was slowly getting faster until he was at a full speed run which caused Styles to press his body firmly to Derek's back. It was nice to have someone you love so close to you until they start gripping your fur too tight and poking their knees into your ribs. Soon enough they were back at the house and Derek was back in his human form. All naked and beautiful, Derek was perfect, Styles thought. Styles may be a bad wolf rider, but he sure was cute with that dopey little smirk, Derek thought. "The first to ride a werewolf and live to tell the tale." Styles said winking.
"You won't live if you tell the tale." Derek remarked as they went inside. Derek went inside, he had papers to grade and Styles had homework to do. "We should get to work." Derek said nodding to their bags. Styles nodded and grabbed his bag. He spread out at the table and got to work. Derek smirked, how was he supposed to work when Styles was so damn cute? "On second thought." Derek said as he went up to the bedroom. He came back with clothes for both of them to wear.
"We goin out?" Styles asked smiling as he pulled on one of Derek's shirts. "Showing off your new chew toy?" Styles laughed.
"I'm bringing you home." Derek responded as he grabbed his keys. Styles' face fell.
"Why?" He asked as he expertly masked his feelings.
"Well if you're going to stay here for a while I figured we should get some things. Clothes, computer, whatever." Derek said logically. Styles nodded, grin back in place.
"So should I leave my homework here?" Styles asked waving to the entire kitchen table that was covered in papers.
"Sure." Derek said as he turned and went to the car. He slid into the custom seats and started the engine.
"Derek?" Styles asked as he slid into his seat. Derek began driving towards the Stilinski home.
"What Styles?" He asked impatiently.
"We should stay for a while." He said cautiously. "Just an hour or two." He glanced over at Derek whose calm face did nothing but scowl. "Cause I've seen your house so I figured you should see mine. It's only fair so-"
"Styles." Derek cut him off. "Shut up." He said. Styles nodded, he would just get some things and go. After a long silence Derek looked over at him with an expression that said 'you're an idiot.' "Of course we can." He said as Styles' face broke into a grin.
"Thank you!" Styles said as he threw his arms around Derek's neck and kissed his cheek. If that was what Styles was going to do every time he agreed with him, he would never argue. Damn that boy had him wrapped around his pale little fingers. They pulled into the Stilinski house just as the sheriff's car was speeding off. A house to themselves, ahhh the things they could do.