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[studmuffin]

[ Staring at. ]

[lupusalpha]

Sit still.

[He turns and straddles Stiles, and tugs his shirt over his head]

[studmuffin]

Woah.

[ He does sit still - barely - his pulse slamming too fast suddenly. ] Derek, what -?

[lupusalpha]

Do you want me to stop?

[His abs are very close. All seven thousand of them]

[studmuffin]

No.

[ Reaching out but not touching. ] God no.

[lupusalpha]

Just touch them, Stiles.

[He leans over him and smells him, taking in the scent of him]

[studmuffin]

[ Hands press against his chest and skate over warm skin in a way that's both tentative and greedy. ]

Wow, are you made of rock?

[lupusalpha]

No.

[He keeps breathing in Stiles, keeps taking careful issue of every single variable in that scent]

[studmuffin]

[ Shivering ever so slightly, his hands dipping down over his stomach before pushing up again like Stiles is trying to commit it to memory. He catches Derek's gaze, eyes open and curious. ]

[lupusalpha]

[His eyes are close and red.]

I'm going to bite you, Stiles, but I won't draw blood. I won't change you. Just.

Don't freak out.

[studmuffin]

[ He makes a noise, the softest of catches in his throat before he nods. His stomach twists and swoops with something like want but he holds still. ]

[lupusalpha]

[He takes a moment to get under control but he bites the juncture of Stiles' neck and shoulder, tugging a little, breathing it in, and then licks it once, twice. The blood is rising up under the surface, purpling it.

It's totally a mark, and there's something about it that pleases Derek.]

[studmuffin]

[ He goes from okay to hard in about two seconds, tries to feel bad about it and can't. ]

Oh.

[lupusalpha]

[He reaches down to press his hand into Stiles' jeans. It's a tight fit, but Derek doesn't seem to care, because he just starts to give Stiles' cock some shallow pumps]

[studmuffin]

[ He shudders all over, his eyes wide and locked in on Derek's face. ] Fuck.

[ They did this when Stiles was a werewolf but it feels like this is completely new to him. ] Oh.

[lupusalpha]

You don't have to be quiet.

No one can hear you.

[That might be creepy in another context, but in this one, it's okay.]

[studmuffin]

[ He swallows, nods. His cock twitches in Derek's grip and his breathing is off and shallow. For once in his life, Stiles is quiet as if the shattering of the moment could be devastating. ]

[lupusalpha]

[He jerks his wrist and leans down to kiss Stiles on the mouth, his teeth catching Stiles' lip, nipping hard for a long, long moment]

[studmuffin]

[ He almost chokes on trying to keep his whimper quiet. Derek's body is holding him down so at least he has a reason not to rut up against him. ]

Hnnn.

[lupusalpha]

Let go.

[He tightens his grip a little]

[studmuffin]

[ A hum.

He's not going to be able to last, this is so much different than touching himself. Derek's palm is wide and warm and Stiles' body feels too tight. Panting lightly. ] D-don't laugh.

[lupusalpha]

I'm not laughing.

[He knows you're a teenager. He won't treat you like Kate treated him.]

[studmuffin]

[ He's quiet, his breathing the loudest thing about him as his gaze drifts down to the movement of Derek's arm. It's minutes but it feels like years before his body reacts. His eyelashes flutter as his eyes closed and he makes a noise, a desperate keening sound, spilling over Derek's hand. ]

Ah.

[lupusalpha]

[He reaches for something - a shirt - and cleans his hand off]

[studmuffin]

[ He's pretty much as red as anyone can ever be, frozen like he's not sure if he should bolt or not. ]

Um.