A/N: I don't think that anyone will ever hate math as much as I do right now. That is the exact reason why I haven't updated this in like a bajillion years. I finished my last class (which was math) only to find out that I had another math class. Grrrrr. So, sorry but I really have no control over the RIDICULOUS amount of work I have to do every single day of the week every single week. I literally have no days off all year. Ugh. Well, here it finally is!
WARNING: SEX! Graphic male sex! FINALLY!
DISCLAIMER: Me no own Teen Wolf
ENJOY!
Chapter 22
The weeks went slowly, oh so slowly. The scrapes and bruises were the first to go, fading away to faint yellow marks and pink scars. Stiles was embarrassed to say but the thing that felt like it took the longest to heal was his ass. The embarrassment at the treatment itself made Stiles dread the alarm that went off every six hours. Unfortunately Derek still had to do the application of the medicine since his sling restricted his movement too much to get a good angle.
By week three though the internal damage had healed nicely and he was glad when he was able to shove the medicine tube into the farthest reaches of his bathroom drawers and prayed it'd never see the light of day again. The werewolves had finally let up on the coddling and overprotective crap that made Stiles feel both happy and overwhelmed at the same time.
Scott had been hanging out with him more as though he was finally realizing what a terrible friend he'd been for a while then. They were in the middle of a rather one-sided video game battle (since Stiles' arm was still in a sling) when Scott finally breached that subject.
"Stiles, are you mad at me?"
Stiles startled, the question unexpected and groaned when his character blew up on screen. He put down his controller and looked at Scott who was staring at him with a sad face of grudging anticipation, as if bracing himself for whatever Stiles said. Stiles blew out a breath and ran his good hand through his messy hair.
"Well, I was for a while and I guess I kinda still am but… I guess I just became unfeeling about it." Stiles gave him a sad look. "Scott, you don't even know what I've really been through these past few months. If you think that Nathan was the only thing that had happened to me then you're fucking stupid."
Scott flinched but Stiles ignored it. "Dude, you left me alone for months, literally on my own. I had to deal with all this emotional trauma and shit on my own. You weren't there for me when I called or texted. You weren't there for me when I needed you. Do you know what that did to me?"
Stiles watched as Scott winced at his words as if they were actually physically wounding him. When Scott didn't answer Stiles turned his whole body on his bed to look at him on the floor.
"Scott…" Stiles fidgeted with his hands, bouncing his knee, unable to figure out just how to tell him. "Scott…I wanted to die. That's how bad it was. I didn't want to go through this anymore."
"Stiles! No! I…" Scott bolted up onto his knees next to the bed with a look of horror.
"Dude!" Stiles held up his hand to shut him up. "You left me! You abandon me! I didn't have anyone! At first I just pushed it away, all the horrid feelings I was having and slowly they did go away. After a few months I couldn't feel anything anymore but there were still the nightmares. Every single damn night Scott. I had been possessed! I had hurt and killed people and I remember doing it and loving it. You have no way of knowing how that feels but you didn't even bother to be there for me. You ran off after Allison and after she no longer looked at you, you ran after Isaac!"
Scott's face flushed as his mouth dropped open in shock. "Wait…uh…Isaac and I aren't…"
"Oh please, Scott. I know you better than you know yourself. I can totally see what's going on there. We can get to that in a bit after I tell you why exactly I'm mad at you."
Scott nodded sheepishly before turning serious again. "What happened?"
Stiles looked down at his hand twisting in the fabric of his comforter. "It was an accident at first. I'd cut my hand on a piece of glass from a cup I dropped and it was like…all that bad was washed away. All that bad nothingness that I couldn't do anything about was replaced with these memories of running with you guys and helping you even though I'd always get hurt in the end. It reminded me of when I was wanted and after that…well, I couldn't really stop."
Stiles held up his arm and tugged at his sleeve with the fingers of his arm in the sling to reveal the dozens of scarred lines marring his pale wrist almost to the elbow. Scott's face twisted with horror and hurt and shock before settling on pain as he reached out with a hesitant hand to gently touch the raised lines.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Scott whispered.
"You didn't listen. You didn't care. You didn't even try Scott. What was I supposed to do? By this point I was beyond caring and couldn't have done anything. You know, Derek's the one that noticed? It was almost like adding insult to injury. You were there and yet he was the one to notice. Isaac didn't notice anything either. How the Hell did Derek fucking Hale notice before you who's known me since we were five?"
Scott made a choking noise but Stiles pressed on, needing to get this out of the way so that it wouldn't be shoved down again and the whole process would be started all over again. "I'll live with these for the rest of my life but I don't regret them. They helped bring me out of that hole I'd been cast into. It brought Derek to me." Stiles covered up his arm again and scooted back until his back rested against the headboard. "Now that you know, what are you going to do?"
"Stiles…" Scott choked and gripped the comforter hard as if to ground himself. "I swear that I'll never ignore you again. You are my most important friend and that'll never change. I'm so sorry that I was such a fucking oblivious asshole." Stiles' eyebrows raised at his use of coarse language but he didn't comment since, really, it was true. "I'll do whatever I can just…I'm so, so sorry. Is there any way that you can forgive me and be my best friend again?"
"There is a way but right now I don't think I can forgive you. You'll always be my best friend but I'm really screwed up because of this. We can start by talking about you and Isaac though. Some humiliation might be good for you."
Stiles smirked as Scott's face lit into a flush at the mention of Isaac once more. He sputtered for a bit before shrugging.
"I didn't mean for it to happen. It just sort of…did."
"What happened and when?" Stiles questioned, getting comfy for the long interrogation.
Scott blew out a breath and sat back in the bean bag he'd scooted over from the corner. "It was after the Zduhać thing. You remember when we'd gone to see Allison?" Stiles nodded so Scott continued. "Well, we were there for a while before I really noticed anything was off. I kept staring at him but I hardly glanced at Allison, it was like she didn't matter at all anymore. Can that even happen?! I was so in love with her! I thought we were going to get married and have a bunch of little babies. Even after we broke up I thought there was still a chance for that. When she broke up with Isaac I thought for sure she would accept me again but when I was there with all three of them she seemed the least important."
Stiles rolled his eyes at Scott's crazy infatuation with Allison but then frowned at himself when he thought of all those years he'd crushed on Lydia. Yeah, he couldn't really judge him on that one.
"So, are you and Isaac a thing now? I know for a fact the only reason Isaac even looked at Allison was because he didn't want you with her."
There was a moment of silence as Scott just stared at Stiles in shock before his eyebrows drew down in confusion and deep thought.
"Are you sure? It seemed like they were pretty hot for each other."
"Oh I'm sure buddy. I'd know the look of infatuation anywhere and that boy has it so hard for you. Literally. How are you so oblivious to everything?!"
Scott groaned in frustration. "I don't know!"
"I take it you haven't asked him out then?"
"Of course not! He's a guy!"
Stiles stared at Scott for so long with a look of exasperation that Scott kinda just shrunk in on himself with a sheepish look.
"Dude, I'm so in love with Derek it's ridiculous and I had never even thought of dating him, yet here we are! Hop aboard the gay train 'cause it ain't gonna just wait around for you! If you don't ask Isaac out soon he's probably going to think he has absolutely no chance with you and he's going to move on. It'll be your loss."
Scott looked so conflicted, staring down at his hands in frustration before finally just throwing them into the air. "You know what?! Fine! Just…fine. I'll ask him out tomorrow."
Stiles' face split into a grin and he reached over to clap him on the shoulder. "There we go buddy! That's the right attitude! Just don't chicken out or I'll tell Isaac myself. I swear I will make it the most embarrassing confession you've ever hear. I'll tell him you wax poetry over his gorgeous blond locks and dreamy blue eyes and how you can't get over his charming smile or hot bodeh." Stiles does a little jig that has Scott half choking, half laughing.
"You're not supposed to talk about me when I'm not here." A deep voice came from the other side of the door before it opened.
Scott squawked in surprise and embarrassment while Stiles burst out laughing as Derek entered his the room and shut the door behind him. He was wearing his usual leather jacket, a grey Henley, and dark grey jeans. He looked good and Stiles made sure he knew it by eye-fucking him as he toed off his boots and shrugged out of his jacket. He only got a smirk in return before Scott was bouncing up off the bean bag.
"Uh, well, I'm gonna go and…do stuff. I'll see you later Stiles, text you…later. Derek." He mumbled awkwardly before darting out of the room and shutting it loudly behind him.
They both listened to his hurriedly retreating footsteps until the front door slammed and finally Stiles let out a loud guffaw.
"You totally planned that didn't you? How long had you been standing there?"
Derek shrugged and climbed onto the bed, spreading himself out next to Stiles. "I didn't want to interrupt. You'd been grouching about talking to him all week and when I heard his voice I figured you wouldn't want to be interrupted. Did you guys talk about everything you needed to?"
Stiles sighed and nodded his head. "Yeah. He knows everything now. At least he seems appropriately contrite. We were talking about Isaac by the way. Scott has the stupidest crush on the boy and you and I both know how in love Isaac is with Scott."
"Scott is so oblivious and relaxed that I wonder how he manages to stay alive. He even has all these werewolf senses to help him out and he's still this clueless. He's going to get himself stuck in a sticky situation if he doesn't get a grip."
"I couldn't agree more. Isaac could use some clue-giving as well." Stiles shook his head and sighed before turning to look at Derek. "So tell me wolf-man, what are you doing here today? Didn't my dad offer you a job down at the station? I thought you'd be working there most days now."
Derek shrugged. "I don't have a job there exactly. It's more of a consulting partnership. Whenever things get…tricky they'll come to me. Or…your dad'll come to me. I don't think any of his deputies like me very much."
"Well, you were a felon. I think they'll warm up to you once you stop glaring at them. Also, no growling, that'll just make the warming up more difficult."
"I do not growl at them and I only glare because they glare at me. Also, you're the reason I was arrested in the first place."
Stiles chucked at their banter and Derek looked at him with soft eyes. "You seem better. How are you feeling? Has your arm been bothering you?"
Stiles shook his head. "My arm feels fine. A little achy but I seriously think I can get this stupid sling off. I'm feeling a lot better than a few weeks ago, that's for sure. I'd feel better if you came just a little closer though." Stiles wriggled his eyebrows slyly.
Derek couldn't help but smirk at the poorly concealed request but did as he was told by scooting closer so that he could drape an arm around Stiles' chest and press his torso against Stiles, draping one leg across both of Stiles'.
"Not what I meant doofus." Stiles laughed and gripped Derek's jaw and pulled him up.
Derek went willingly until he was able to press their lips together gently. Derek hovered over Stiles as they kissed slowly, simple presses of their lips against each other's until Stiles groaned, opening his mouth to Derek. Stiles let his tongue slide up the slick length of Derek's and into his mouth making Derek shiver with arousal. The feeling of Derek's stubble against his chin and cheeks made Stiles press harder into the kiss. A small mewl escaped Stiles' throat when Derek's teeth scraped against his bottom lip.
"Derek, clothes…blankets, off. Now." Stiles demanded, his hand already scrabbling at Derek's shirt.
Derek made a small sound of agreement, pulling back long enough to shuck his shirt and unbutton his jeans before leaning back over Stiles who had taken advantage of the short break to rid himself of the comforter but couldn't quite get his shirt off since the sling was in the way.
"Damn it." Stiles growled before Derek's mouth covered his again.
Derek's hands pushed the fabric up Stiles' torso and helped him slide off his good arm and broke away to pull it over his head. He let the fabric hand off his shoulder with the sling and instead gripped Stiles' button in his hands before replacing his mouth over Stiles' and jerking the button open. Stiles' body shook when Derek's finger gently stroked the skin of his hipbone, tracing the defined lines of muscle and bone. When he made no other move to divest Stiles of his jeans he grabbed the end of one pant-leg with his toes and started wriggling out of them. Derek chuckled against his lips which earned him a firm slap on the ass.
As if without his consent his legs spread wide to let Derek fit his body between his thighs. The warmth of Derek's body made him shiver as Derek's skin pressed against his. It was an intense feeling he'd been craving for a while but his damn injuries had kept on getting in the way of him doing anything. It'd gotten so bad by the end of last week he could barely stand being in the same room with Derek in fear of popping an inappropriate boner. With all the supernatural stress and his depression getting out of hand he hadn't jerked off in so long that it was an actual physical pain.
Arousal burned in his gut as he pushed his body up and into Derek's, moaning low into his mouth as the pressure provided delicious friction to his clothed cock. Through Derek's jeans he could feel the awakening arousal pressing against its denim prison and into the curve of his hip.
"Mph, Derek…off. Take your pants off." Stiles mumbled against his lips, pressing with his body and scrambling with his hands.
Derek's only answers was to growl against his lips and begin pressing kisses against his cheek, his jaw, the long, lithe line of his throat. He paused there and placed sloppy, open-mouthed kisses against Stiles' fluttering pulse point. Stiles shivered as his skin prickled with arousal, tiny whines escaping his throat.
"Dereeeek!" he whined and bucked impatiently against him.
"We should probably wait for the doctor to ok strenuous activity first, shouldn't we?" Derek's voice rumbled against his throat as he continued sucking marks into the pale skin there.
"No way. My body, I do what I want with it. I want you now Derek." Stiles grabbed his face tightly with his good hand and brought him back up to kiss him violently so he knew just how much he meant it.
Derek kissed him back hard for all of five seconds before pulling back and pressing a single finger against the protest already making it to Stiles' lips. Once he knew that Stiles was going to stay properly quiet he drew back and stood up beside the bed. Stiles watched with hungry eyes as Derek hooked his fingers into the band of his pants and tugged them down, bending to tug the bottoms off his jeans off his feet and giving Stiles a great view of his ass. Stiles couldn't resist the temptation in his face and quickly sat up to cop a feel of his firm cheeks.
"Mm, your ass Derek. It's like it was made of all things tempting." Stiles groaned and kneaded the taught flesh for a few more seconds before hooking his fingers beneath the elastic and tugging the back of Derek's underwear down and over one ass cheek. "Oh yeah, very tempting."
Stiles leaned forward and quickly placed his mouth to the smooth skin and pressed kiss after kiss into the supple flesh before opening his mouth and biting lightly into the strong muscle. He felt Derek jerk beneath his hands and mouth and smirked against his flesh, placing a gentle kiss against the bite before finally tugging his underwear over the swell of his other cheek and snapping it. Derek got the message and eased it over his front and let them slip down his legs. Almost shyly he turned and faced Stiles, his erection bobbing in the air just at face-level with Stiles.
"Oh sweet heavens." Stiles shivered and pressed the heel of his hand sharply against his dick. "Either you let me get that in my mouth or you get that in my ass right now otherwise I'm going to embarrass myself by coming without the excuse of at least having touched you."
Stiles' heart is beating hard and fast inside his ribcage, threatening to jump right out of his chest at the mere sight of him. Luckily Derek only makes him suffer a few more seconds before he's putting his hand gently on Stiles' good shoulder and leaning over him, pressing him into the mattress.
"You can blow me some other time. Right now I want to be inside of you." Derek says against the skin of his throat.
Stiles nods enthusiastically. "Yeah, yes, that sounds like such a good plan. I've waited so long. Though don't be surprised or judge me if I cum in, like, two seconds. It's been weeks since I've jerked off and now that I've actually started popping boners again I can't take care of them since subtlety is basically nonexistence with werewolves constantly in your house and paying very close attention to you in particular."
Stiles is about to continue on that line of thought when Derek chuckles and slips his fingers under the band of his underwear and slide them slowly off his hips, tugging them out from under him and finally pulling them over his erection and off his legs, throwing them somewhere else in the room. As soon as they're off Stiles spreads his legs once more and the groan that rips from his throat when Derek's hot erection presses against his is absolutely filthy.
They rut against each other for a minute or so, just enough to get Stiles breathing heavily and the faintest edge of orgasm to build in his stomach. It's as if Derek knows exactly when to pull off because the instant he does Stiles is left with the retreating orgasm.
"Do you want to do it like this or the other way?" Derek asks, looking down at him seriously.
The thought of him being on his knees jolts Stiles out of his pleasured haze almost violently. Derek senses the change immediately and puts a calming hand against his cheek, cupping his face gently and leaning in to press a small kiss to his lips.
"It's ok, we don't have to do anything you're not ready for. I know what you went through won't make this easy. If you want to try another time I won't be upset that we stopped here."
Stiles was already shaking his head, a fierce look on his face as he blinked up at Derek. "No. I want this. I want this and have wanted this so bad that if we stop here I will legitimately scream in frustration. Just because he did that to me doesn't mean that I have to let that control me. I want you to take what he did to me and replace it. I don't consider what he did to me as being my first time. I still want to have that with you. Right now to be specific." He leans up a bit to press his lips against Derek's and kiss him slow and passionate. "You'll make me feel good where he only made me feel bad."
"I'll do my absolute best to make sure you only feel good things, I swear." Derek said seriously, his eyebrows drawn down.
Stiles smiled gently up at him, feeling his heart flutter in his chest at the emotions he saw in his eyes and reached up to smooth out his eyebrows with his thumbs. "I know you will. Now chop chop! I am in serious need of a mind-blowing orgasm! Preferably induced by you."
Derek looked like he wanted to continue scowling in seriousness but he couldn't stop the small quirk of his lips which told Stiles he was definitely in favor of his plan. Gently Derek pressed his thumb against Stiles' plump bottom lip and shuddered in pleasure when his pink tongue flickered out to wet the pad of it. Quickly he leaned onto one hand and blindly reached for Stiles' side table, yanking open the top drawer and rummaging through the contents until his fingers wrapped around a plastic tube and he yanked it out. Without closing the drawer he pressed the tube into Stiles' hand but didn't let go.
"How did you know where that was? I swear I haven't pulled that out around you. At least," Stiles gave Derek a concerned look, "I don't think I have. Have I?"
Derek shook his head. "I can always smell it. It's just one of those scents that are easy to pick out among others. Now, do you want to prepare yourself or would you like me to do it?"
Stiles' brows draw together as he contemplates the answer and Derek's glad he's honestly thinking about it. He gently rubs a thumb against Stiles' jaw as he patiently waits for his answer. Finally Stiles nods at him.
"I want you to do it."
Derek's eyebrows shoot towards his hairline. "Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you."
Stiles nods again with a firm look. "I'm sure. You haven't hurt me the entire time you applied medicine to my ass and I can never get the angle right so I'm sure you'll do a much better job. I'm going to need thorough preparation if I'm going to take that monster pressed against me." Stiles chuckles.
Derek huffs an indignant laugh but nods and kisses him quickly. "If you're sure."
Stiles nods one more time. "I'm absolutely sure. I trust you."
Derek's heart beats hard at those words and his memories transport him throughout the many long months since Stiles had said the exact opposite of those words and can't help but feel incredibly grateful that things have gone in this direction. Derek surprises Stiles with one more rough, deep kiss before gripping the lube again and sitting back on his heels to look down at Stiles spread out and flushed before him with himself positioned between his legs. The sight was enough to make his cock twitch with interest which didn't go unnoticed by Stiles who wriggled in front of him with impatience.
"Relax for me Stiles." Derek commanded, running a soothing hand up his thigh before flipping the lid open on the lube and wetting his fingers.
Quickly he warmed the slick liquid up between his fingers before pressing the tip of his middle finger delicately against the tight pink entrance between Stiles' cheeks. Stiles jolted slightly like he did every time he or Derek touched him there before remembering to relax and spread his legs farther apart, bringing his knees up around Derek to give him more room. With the pink pucker exposed Derek could see what he was doing and groaned at the sight of the slick muscle twitching.
When he'd had to apply the medicine before it'd been an off-white cream which meant that even if Stiles had let him see it'd have been difficult to see puckered skin. Instead it'd always been applied while Stiles held his eyes since Stiles had been adamant about him not seeing him while he was still 'disgusting and bloody', which Derek respected. Now though he could see the healthy skin shining and twitching as he ran his finger around and around his entrance, relaxing him.
"Oh would you just hurry up! I'm gonna turn eighty before you do anything!" Stiles finally got fed up with the achingly slow pace.
"I want to make this the best I can for you. You're really tight here."
"Then loosen me up quicker!"
Derek simply pressed a kiss to the inside of his knee but continued just rubbing the lube into his skin around his entrance. He applied some more to the crease of his ass before going back to the tight entrance. Slowly, very, very slowly, he pushed his finger against the ring of muscle, which immediately tightened, before drawing back again. He did this over and over until finally he was able to push past the muscle without so much as a twitch, the tip of his finger sliding in smoothly.
Stiles groaned loudly as Derek teased him over and over, the need to move almost overwhelming but he knew how important this process was. When Derek's finger finally breached him, sliding just barely inside he felt a sharp burst of arousal that had the tip of his cock blurting precum. He'd been watching Derek's concentrated face the entire time and when the scent of precum hit him those vivid green-hazel eyes locked on his and his nostrils flared. Stiles bit his lip ineffectively on a whimper and felt Derek's finger wriggle inside of him in answer.
"Please! Put more in! You're taking too damn long and I'm going to cum before you even do anything and, frankly, I'm gonna be a little pissed about that because it'll be like reemphasizing that I cum like a teenager." Stiles ranted.
Derek smirked the smallest bit before looking back down at where his finger was sinking into Stiles and pulled back a little before pushing his finger in farther to the second knuckle. Slowly he worked his finger in and out of him, going deeper each time until his hand was pressed against Stiles' ass. Stiles was letting out a litany of lewd noises and making almost imperceptible movements with his hips, grinding down on Derek's finger.
"Damn it Derek." Stiles gasped. "More."
Stiles was just begging now and Derek couldn't help but find a certain amount of satisfaction in it, that he'd been the one to drive Stiles to this state of being. Gently he extricated his finger from the tightness it was enveloped in and spread some more lube onto his fingers, two this time and pressed his middle finger back into Stiles, pumping them in and out before pressing the tip of his index against the opening. When he slipped that one in as well Stiles hardly seemed to notice and simply accepted it, his body drawing him in. Derek groaned low in his chest at the feeling of his fingers being accepted so readily.
Stiles groans loud and long at the feeling of Derek's fingers inside of him and squeezes his eyes shut, throwing his head backwards against his pillow. If he kept on watching Derek's enraptured expression he'd inevitably cum and he absolutely didn't want to do that before Derek was all the way inside of him. When Stiles heard Derek groan he whimpered and resisted the urge to take his dripping cock that lay against his belly into his hand and stroke himself to orgasm.
"You're doing so well Stiles. I have two fingers all the way inside of you. Can you feel them? How deep they are inside of you?" Derek asked as he gently crooked his finger, rubbing them against the silken walls inside of Stiles.
"Ah! Yes! Derek!"
Stiles' body jerked as if he'd been electrocuted, his hips stuttering up off the bed to push back onto his fingers.
"More!" he demanded and Derek was nothing if not obliging and pressed and rubbed them harder inside of Stiles.
Derek pumped his fingers gently inside of Stiles even though Stiles begged for him to go faster more than once. After a bit more he drew his fingers apart and spread Stiles open to loosen him further. Stiles mewled and Derek's eyes shot to his face which was currently clenched open mouthed in pleasure. Derek took that as a go-ahead to add another finger, which he did after adding a bit more lube.
Stiles felt like all of his nerves were on high alert all focused on the pleasure in his ass which is why when a flicker of pain registered he let out a shocked sound and flinched. Immediately Derek stilled, third finger half inside of him. Stiles groaned and shoved down on him.
"No, don't stop! Derek, come on!"
"Did I hurt you?" Derek asked sternly.
"It was barely anything and if you stop right now I will rip you a new one. You'll be the one scarred for life." Stiles growled threateningly which seemed to be just what Derek needed to get going again though he was once again achingly slow.
Derek pushed his third finger in all the way and simply rested them there, not moving them so that Stiles could adjust to them properly.
"You know, porn is way misleading." Stiles said so suddenly that Derek startled a bit, pressing his finger into the little bundle of nerves that made Stiles' cock jump. "Don't worry, it's a good kind of misleading. Whenever the bottom guy is getting fingered he's always tugging at his dick and hissing. I thought that it wouldn't have felt good unless my dick was being touched but I was so wrong. If I touched my dick right now I'd totally cum in less than a second. In fact, the only thing that's preventing me from cumming is because you're slower than old guy with ED and because I'm talking to distract myself. Derek, hurry up!"
"Stiles." Derek growled, unexpectedly turned on by Stiles' words.
"Oh heavens, don't say my name like that before you're inside of me! It'll make me cum! Just get in me! Get inside of me right now Derek Hale!" Stiles yelled at him, panting.
The edge of Stiles' orgasm was back and really pushing the limits of his control. Derek was giving him a conflicted look but he just stared sternly back.
"Hold on until I get the fourth finger inside of you. I do not want to hurt you."
Stiles gave a long suffering groan and threw his head back onto the pillow, biting his finger to distract himself from his orgasm. He could feel the coldness of more lube before the pressure on his hole was increased. He paid strict attention to what was going on inside his ass so that if there was any pain he'd be ready for it so that Derek would hurry the fuck up!
Indeed there was some pain but not enough to prompt a wince so Derek continued, pressing his finger into him, stretching him to the farthest he's ever been stretched. If Derek needed to add a fourth finger and it felt this good then he wondered what Derek's cock would feel like once it sunk into him. The thought made him groan and his cock drool into the growing pile of precum on his stomach. The slick liquid was already trailing into his belly button and sticking in his treasure trail. That'd be a bitch to get out later but right now he couldn't care less. If anything he wanted to add his cum to the mess.
"Do you have condoms?" Derek's gruff voice startled him out of his pleasure fog.
"Uh, do you need one?"
Derek looked surprised by the question. "Uh, well, I'm clean if that's what you're asking and I can't get you pregnant but, I don't know, it'll mean easier clean-up later."
Stiles was already shaking his head. "I don't care about easier anything. I want to feel all of you inside of me Derek." Stiles writhed at the thought of being able to feel Derek's hot liquid inside of him when he came. "Oh yeah, definitely cum inside of me."
Derek groaned loudly and without removing his fingers from inside of Stiles he poured lube onto his cock and his hole before clicking the lube snapped it closed and tossed it onto the bed. Quickly he slicked his hand around himself, grunting at the stimulation and Stiles watched with hot eyes as he fisted his length, wrapping his fingers around the purple tip before sliding down the veined shaft to the base where it got lost in his pubes. One day, Stiles thought, I'm going to wrap my throat around him all the way to the base. I'm going to bury my nose in that bush. Stiles shuddered in excitement and lifted his feet from where they were braced on the mattress to wrap around Derek's waist.
"Come on Derek, come on and fuck me." He urged breathlessly.
Instead of saying anything Derek leaned over Stiles and kissed him passionately. Stiles moaned at the shift and the heat of Derek's mouth on his but gave a startled sound when Derek pulled his finger from within him. He didn't have time to clench closed at the uncomfortable emptiness because not even half a second passed before the hot tip of Derek's cock was prodding and pushing at his lose entrance before spreading him open wide and sinking into him.
Stiles gave a choked noise and clutched at Derek's back, digging his nails in as he felt himself opening up for Derek deep within him. It seemed as if Derek's cock never ended until finally Derek's hips settled against his and he could feel the soft weight of his balls against his tailbone. Stiles took deep breaths, ignoring the slight twinges of pain from his thoroughly stretched rim and focused on how good the weight of Derek felt inside and on top of him.
Derek was shushing him gently, pressing kisses all over his face, stroking a hand down his side and up his arm and across his neck and cheek. It wasn't until at least a minute passed of him adjusting that Stiles realized there were words to go along with his shushing.
"It's ok Stiles, I got you. You're doing so good. You feel so good Stiles." Derek groaned open-mouthed against his cheek, his hips giving the tiniest of thrusts, not even really moving, just sort of undulating.
Stiles breathed deeply against Derek's cheek and neck, relaxing completely in Derek's grip before nodding his head. "Ok, I'm good. Move Derek, fuck me. Please." He pleaded.
Derek grunted and kissed him again before gently, slowly easing his hips back, dragging his cock inside of Stiles until just the tip remained before pushing back in just as slowly. Stiles could feel him trembling with the effort of holding back but he was glad for the gentle treatment.
Carefully they built up a steady rhythm. Stiles breathed deeply and evenly as he got used to the movement. Derek continued to caress his skin and kiss his face, sucking marks into his neck and shoulders that Stiles knew would take a bit of creativity to hide from curious eyes later. Once Stiles was comfortable with Derek's size and rhythm he shifted to adjust his back, tightening his grip on Derek's waist and gasped when suddenly the angle was a whole lot better.
"Derek! Right there! Touch that spot again! That's gotta be my prostate because so far nothing has ever felt that good…Ah!" Stiles cried out loudly when Derek gave a hard thrust against his prostate, lighting up fucking fireworks behind his eyelids. "Yes! Yes!"
Derek's thrusts became less and less controlled as Stiles began whining and writhing beneath him, begging him for more. Stiles took particular joy when Derek began grunting into the crook of his neck as if he were as overwhelmed by this as Stiles was. Their bodies were rubbing against each other in all the right ways, the sweat on their skin making them slide easily together. Stiles' cock was trapped between his belly and Derek's with just enough friction to keep him on that edge of pleasure.
The pleasure built up fast as soon as Derek found just the right angle to nail his prostate dead-on on every single thrust. Stiles clutched at Derek the entire time, not wanting any distance between them, wanting to be as connected as physically possible and Derek seemed just as clingy as he was. Stiles moaned into Derek's skin, crying out on every thrust in and shivering whenever his cock brushed Derek's abs.
"Derek, hah, gonna cum!" he gasped, feeling that overwhelming pleasure crawling down his spine, pooling low in his stomach.
Derek grunted into his neck. "Yeah. Do it. I'm almost there." He panted into Stiles' neck.
Stiles opened his mouth as his orgasm blindsided him, gushing out of him in thick, white streaks across both his and Derek's torsos. He bit down hard on Derek's shoulder on the last spurt of it and clenched tight around both Derek's body and cock. Derek made a surprised half-choking sound in his throat and suddenly his hips stuttered in its rhythm until he shoved in as deep as he could go and bit into the soft skin of Stiles' neck and held on. Stiles felt it as soon as Derek stopped moving, the twitch of the cock buried deep inside his ass and then the burning heat as Derek came hard inside of him. Stiles mewled into Derek's skin and clutched at him harder until there was absolutely no room left between the two of them.
It was several minutes before either of them moved, simply enjoying their closeness and their post orgasmic bliss. Stiles could feel Derek going soft inside of him and shivered. His own cock was already mostly soft although if he tried he'd probably be able to get it up again within minutes. He didn't need that right now though. All he needed was to hold onto Derek as tightly as he could.
"That was amazing." He whispered hoarsely against Derek's skin.
Derek made a low rumble of agreement in his chest but made no move to pull out. Stiles was content with that until his cum began to dry between them, sticking them together as effectively as glue.
"I think this is the part where you grab a wet washcloth and clean us up. Or, you know, carry me to the bathroom and help me clean off in the shower. That's an option as well. I like them both equally."
Derek drew in a deep breath before letting go of Stiles' neck and kissing the purpling bite mark.
"Fine, fine, I'm moving." He said with a small smile and looked down at Stiles' blissed out, happy face. "You're right though, that was amazing."
Stiles did a little jig with his torso. "That's because I'm amazing." He laughed.
Derek couldn't help the smile that spread across his face before kissing Stiles stupid. After another minute ago Stiles finally shoved at his chest which got him going. His soft cock slipped out of Stiles and they both shivered, Stiles giving a small whine when Derek's cum followed after.
"That feels so weird. It's all hot and runny and that shouldn't feel as arousing as it does." Stiles moaned.
Derek sat back on his heels to watch his thick cum slowly trail out of Stiles' loose, clenching hole. He couldn't help himself and caught some with his finger to push back into Stiles. He grinned when Stiles let out a loud whine.
"You better not start something you ain't gonna finish." Stiles said threateningly.
Derek just smiled and worked his finger inside of the mess inside of Stiles for a few seconds more just to watch him squirm. After a few more moments he withdrew his finger and kissed Stiles before finally getting up off the filthy lube, cum, sweat smeared bed.
"I'll be right back." He promised and walked out of his room clad in the nude.
It wasn't a minute before he came back with a warm wash cloth to find Stiles prodding around the mess of his asshole. Stiles blushed at having been caught but didn't stop since Derek'd already seen.
"It feels so weird. Even the medicine never felt like this. Your cum is almost as thick as mine and I haven't let loose in months probably. How long have you been saving up?"
Derek just shrugged and wiped off his dick and torso before sitting down on the bed beside Stiles and gently wiping up the mess smeared across his ass cheeks, avoiding Stiles' hole since it was bound to be way too sensitive for the coarse material of the wash cloth. He gently cleaned up Stiles' torso too and around Stiles' dick.
"I won't break dude, just clean me up like you would yourself."
"I clean myself up much rougher than you'd clean yourself up." Derek said without a doubt.
Stiles frowned. "You a masochist or somethin'?" he asked with a smirk.
Derek just rolled his eyes before placing the washcloth beneath Stiles' hole and gently pressed his finger inside of him, scooping his cum out of Stiles as much as he could. Stiles groaned and whined at the oversensitivity. Once Derek had gotten most of it out he gently wiped across Stiles' puffy pink hole, which was finally starting to clench shut, and wiped his finger off on the last clean part of the washcloth. He stood once more and pressed another kiss to Stiles' mouth.
"You're really lovey-dovey!" Stiles exclaimed, taking glee in the slight flush that spread across Derek's face. "I love it."
Derek barely resisted rolling his eyes but a small smile did manage to break through which just made Stiles smile wider.
"I'm going to rinse this off." He said as he retreated out the door.
"I love you!" Stiles yelled after that and finally rolled to his side for the first time in at least half an hour.
His hips twinged slightly and his ass was definitely going to ache later but right now he felt happier than he could ever remember feeling. The smile was still plastered across his face when Derek came back from the bathroom. Without saying a word he climbed into the bed behind Stiles and cuddled up to his back, pressing against him completely from his nose in Stiles' shoulder to his toes against Stiles' own wriggly ones. Derek tugged the blanket up over them and settled them in for a nap.
"This is probably the best day of my life despite my stupid sling." Stiles sighed after a couple minutes.
Derek simply grumbled an agreement against his skin, breathing out hotly over the bite mark. Stiles just kept on smiling until finally he was lost in exhausted, overjoyed sleep.
A/N: OMG! It's finally happened! (Took you long enough Lvmehtme!) I feel a little unsatisfied with the quality of this porn (since I literally haven't written any in almost a year). I mean, I read it all the time but since I have a physical malfunction (meaning I don't feel arousal) I can't tell what's good quality porn anymore. Ugh, it suuuuuuuuuuucks!
Well, there's going to be one more chapter after this! Holy Hell, it's gonna be the last chapter…I think I might cry. I've never written anything this long before and I'm sooo attached to it! Good thing I have a few others lined up after this! I'm doing beta work for another author but it's not up yet so stay tuned!
Also, idk if my last chapter was just really bad or if yalls are just way impatient for the end but I hardly got any feedback. It was…a little sad. T.T I missed you guys and I really am sorry this took soooo long. I hope this long, smutty chapter made up for it! I love alls of yalls! ~hearts~