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[ He leans down and bites Derek on the shoulder. ]

I'm not a puppy.

No, puppies don't like me.

[He nips him back on the ear]

[ Kissing him again, harder this time. He's trying to control his reactions as best as he can. He doesn't want Derek to clam up or freeze him out again. But this is good and it feels amazing and he can't help but smile into the kiss. ]

[He kisses him hard, and his hand lingers for a moment at the fly of Stiles' jeans. He looks up, quizzical.]

[ There's a jump in his heartbeat, the flare of heat that snaps down his spine. He brackets Derek's head with his hands and looks thoughtful. ]

You know I'm okay with the whole waiting thing, right? [ LOOK. PERSONAL GROWTH. He wants. But he isn't going to push Derek. ]

[He nods, because it's not really a choice, anyway.]

Come on, I can give you a handjob.

[ Suddenly his smile goes loose and ridiculous and he grins. It's like a chequered flag, the starting sign. ]

Hey, hey, don't let me stop you.

[He undoes the fly of Stiles' fly and takes his cock in his hand, and jerks once]

Good.

[ It's so sudden his breath catches in his throat, eyelashes fluttering. His hips twitch from where he's straddling Derek and he watches those big dumb hands wrap around him.

It's stupidly hot. ]

Don't stop breathing, you'll die.

[He gathers the precome at the head of Stiles' dick and uses it to smooth things as he moves his hand, flicks his wrist]

[ He starts laughing, can't help it even when the sound breaks a little. ]

Thank you for that stellar advice.

[He laughs, too, which is a uniquely rare sound]

How can you like it that much? It's just a handjob.

[He keeps moving his hand, watching his own hand]

It's not even the best angle.

[ ... ]

Derek, Derek, Derek. You're touching me in a sexy manner. How can I not like it?

[He lets go and moves to get Stiles' jeans down and off his hips, so that Derek has more space, and then nudges him up]

Get off, we're changing how we're doing this.

[ Bow-chika-wow-wow. ]

Oh good, I thought you were going to be like ah-ha get out.

No, just-

[He goes to sit up, his back against the wall]

Come here, and sit with your back against me.

[ He shifts to where Derek wants him, tries not to feel too awkward in his skin. Derek's a furnace at his back and he focuses on that instead. ]

[He reaches around Stiles, and continues the handjob, but this time faster, the rhythm more clear]

There. Better.

[ He leans back against him, the firm strength of his muscle at his back. It is better, he focuses on his breathing. ]

Yeah. But it means I can't see you. I'm going to have to remember your amazing ass now. Told you that would come in handy.

But now-

[Derek can watch, with his mouth on Stiles' shoulder, and move his hand faster.]

[ He pants and his stomach muscles clench and he can't stop watching the way Derek touches him. It's hot and Stiles can't help squirming a little, biting down on his bottom lip. ]

You're gonna kill me.

[He uses his other hand to cup his balls, gently, and keeps jerking him off and nipping. There will be a mark there on his shoulder in a few hours, without a doubt.]

[ Isaac's out, which means Stiles isn't shy about the noise he makes, a low half growl of sound. ]

Derek, fuck. [ His hand lifts up to run through Derek's hair, palm dragging against stubble for a minute. ]

Not yet.

[His voice is more a breath, than anything]

Just watch.

[He moves his thumb over the tip, rolling it there. His touch isn't soft; he wants Stiles to feel it]

[ He makes a choked off stupid noise but does as Derek asks him too, watching the way his grip moves, focusing on how they fit together even with just this. ]

Don't alpha me.

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