[There's a sound coming out of Derek's throat, one he's not used to making. A whimper, one of want.
He wants. So much. So badly.
His mouth is at Stiles' neck, then, rocking against him, biting a little, then harder. This is a wolf, the smell is thick in his nose, he knows he can take a level of pain. The mark will stay.
He takes Stiles hand and works it between them, putting it over his own erection, through his pants]
[ Stiles' fingers don't shake when he presses his palm against Derek's erection, wraps his legs around him to make this easier, to let Derek hold him down and mark him like he wants.
This is what he's used to, half-mad possessive motions that make him dizzy with it. ]
[ Laughing as his shirt gets tosses somewhere, his hands between them both now to try and undo his belt, humming into the kiss. When they break away this time, Stiles' mouth is swollen and red. ]
[ He remembers their first time, frantic and terrified and pretty messy. The time after that though - that had been slow and careful and Derek had buried his teeth in Stiles' skin and slept in the next morning and it had been good. So he lifts his hand up, licks it to get the right kind of dampness to this, wraps it around Derek's dick.
It's not gentle but he knows there has to be the edge of power between them, jerking him off slowly at first. ] Is this an extra special sexual test? [ Batting his eyelashes, foot sliding down Derek's calf. ]
[No one has touched him like this in - well, in a long time. It doesn't matter that it's not gentle. Derek doesn't really want gentle, anyway. But there's a reason he wants Stiles to control more of this, right now.
Because even if every cell in his body says wolf, he can't forget that Stiles is human somewhere, and that much is important. He was never on top with Kate, because he was afraid-
He was afraid he would hurt her.
His eyes close a little as he breathes in the smell of this, luxuriates in the feeling of someone else touching him, of Stiles touching him]
[ He just wriggles until he can kiss Derek again, deep sliding kisses that match the same stroke from his hands. He's hard, but it's not painful to ignore it, to drag his thumb against Derek's slit and smear precome everywhere.
Because he likes it messy and he doesn't care, just licks the back of Derek's teeth. ]
[Derek's hips buck, and he presses his erection against Stiles' to rub them together, to make it feel more-
Intimate, his brain supplies helpfully, and he whimpers at that, at the thought of it, at the sweetness of the feeling. He doesn't want to hold back anymore, using his hand to help push them together, slickness everywhere. It's filthy, hot, brain-numbing]
[ He helps by holding them together, keeps kissing him even as his own hips respond. He's rutting against Derek in slow, helpless movements, voice thick. ]
[He makes that noise again, deep in his throat, a whimper and a growl all at once. He can't help it, he bites at Stiles' mouth, then at his neck, rocking harder and harder until finally he comes with a harsh cry]
[ It's the fact that Derek loses control, that he has Stiles pinned down and is rocking against him with such need that brings Stiles off, his hand speeding up once Derek has come all over him. He pants a little, fingers twitching before he tips over the edge, a low bark of a groan in his throat. ]
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[What he wants to do - what he really wants - it's not fair.]
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Nothing in our lives is safe, asshole.
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Derek kisses him, hard, on the mouth, his hands going to Stiles' wrist]
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This is dangerous, Stiles.
[Not because he's a wolf. Because Derek wants to possess something, so badly, something that's only his, something that he can't lose.
And he'll lose Stiles in a few hours]
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So's life. [ Legs splaying, submitting to Derek completely. He knows how this works. ] But that's what makes it fun.
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Bare your throat.
[He wants to see that.]
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Whatever you say, alpha. [ Still with a level of Stiles' sarcasm but there's that thrum of belief in it too. ]
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He wants. So much. So badly.
His mouth is at Stiles' neck, then, rocking against him, biting a little, then harder. This is a wolf, the smell is thick in his nose, he knows he can take a level of pain. The mark will stay.
He takes Stiles hand and works it between them, putting it over his own erection, through his pants]
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This is what he's used to, half-mad possessive motions that make him dizzy with it. ]
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Naked. I want to see you-
[He doesn't finish that, he just moves back to tug his own shirt off, then goes back to kiss, bruisingly, on the mouth.]
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You like this.
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[But he does, he likes this. He undoes his own pants, taking them off and tossing them away, his mouth going to Stiles chest, his ribs, nipping]
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[ Squirming slightly. ]
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[He nips again, harder this time]
Tell me what you want.
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[ Because this Derek is kind of broken and Stiles wants to give him something, wants to do this and help somehow. ]
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Not a thought that's passing through Derek's head.
Instead he presses him back down, his hand on Stiles' dick]
Get me off.
[It's half a request, not shy, but-
Well, this isn't his typical sexual encounter]
Show me you know what I like.
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It's not gentle but he knows there has to be the edge of power between them, jerking him off slowly at first. ] Is this an extra special sexual test? [ Batting his eyelashes, foot sliding down Derek's calf. ]
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Because even if every cell in his body says wolf, he can't forget that Stiles is human somewhere, and that much is important. He was never on top with Kate, because he was afraid-
He was afraid he would hurt her.
His eyes close a little as he breathes in the smell of this, luxuriates in the feeling of someone else touching him, of Stiles touching him]
No, this isn't a test.
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Because he likes it messy and he doesn't care, just licks the back of Derek's teeth. ]
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Intimate, his brain supplies helpfully, and he whimpers at that, at the thought of it, at the sweetness of the feeling. He doesn't want to hold back anymore, using his hand to help push them together, slickness everywhere. It's filthy, hot, brain-numbing]
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Fuck, Derek. Don't hold back.
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God.
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Derek presses another kiss to Stiles' mouth and reaches for something, a shirt, and wipes the mess up]
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