[ 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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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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Nap time.
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[ Draping over him. ]
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I should check on Isaac.
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[ Nuzzling at him. That also works. ]
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I won't go anywhere.
[He sounds...appeased. Calm.]
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