[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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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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