[ stiles isn't entirely sure what to make of derek's reaction, but he feels... weirdly endeared to him and kind of proud of himself if he's honest. his false confidence worked out well, which is a miracle because stiles was like, ninety-nine percent sure derek was going to call him out on it and then tease the shit out of him for thinking he could ever be so suave. but derek doesn't poke fun, which is about as unexpected to stiles as stiles being charismatic was to derek. he looks - shy, and ruffled, and stiles just.
he kind of wants to laugh. not at derek, he just. he feels really happy? giddy and stupid and horny as fuck and it's such a good mix of feelings stiles isn't sure he's ever felt before all at once, at least not this intensely. he starts to smile, tries to hide it by tucking his lower lip under the flats of his teeth, and then derek says something that stiles doesn't really... understand, so his expression becomes this mix of amused and confused. kind of like a puppy that's excited, but also confused as shit about something their owner is doing, tilting their head this way and that.
what is that even supposed to mean? is derek about to compliment the shit out of stiles? because stiles has like, zero complaints if that's the plan here, even if he'd probably get all shy and bashful and embarrassed and entirely flustered. like, one compliment about how nice his dick is - that's like, up there as far as compliments go, for stiles. which is dumb, and kind of shallow, but 90% of it is because it came from derek, who stiles really, really fucking likes. derek likes his hands, derek likes his body, derek likes his dick. derek thinks he's attractive.
stiles is so turned on just thinking about derek being into him that it's not even funny. it's actually kind of painful, and stiles needs at least a little bit of relief here or he's - going to die, probably. he flexes his fingers gently in derek's hair, rolling his hips forward just a little, so, so slowly, pushing his dick through the tight circle of derek's fist just that fraction of a fraction of an inch. jesus christ - derek's not doing anything and it feels like an eternity is passing by but stiles is just overly-aroused and impatient. it's only been like. five seconds.
but then derek starts to sink back down, long and lean where he's stretched out across the living room floor and stiles' heart skips with anticipation. he feels the warmth from derek's breath spread over his hip, his stomach tightening briefly, and when derek lowers his head, stiles fingers slide out of his hair, hand just - hovering in the empty space above it.
derek's mouth is so fucking warm and it's wet and his lips are soft. stiles sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth, hisses quietly through parted lips. he breathes so deep that his shoulders kind of rise with it, chest expanding, fingers clenching into a fist where his hand still lingers just above derek's head - and he holds his breath. he has no idea why he holds his breath, barely even realizes he's stopped breathing for a handful of seconds, but he just stares at derek.
he's only got the very tip of his cock in derek's mouth but this is already better than the handjob he was originally anticipating. derek sucks gently and he swipes his tongue around the crown of his dick, over the head and it's just - stiles has never had the pleasure of anyone sucking him off before, but he's imagined what it would be like. he's licked his hand and he's kept his fist tight and he's closed his eyes and pretended to the best of his ability, but that almost seems like a joke now, in the face of the actual thing, and derek has only just barely gotten started.
this could be over quickly. if stiles isn't careful, if he lets himself slide too deep too quickly into the warm, delicious buzz of pleasure, he's going to come before he's ready for it, before he wants to, and this will all be over in an embarrassingly short amount of time. it doesn't help his composure when derek starts to stroke him off as well, sliding his fist around the parts of him that his mouth doesn't reach, massaging his balls with his other hand.
stiles hums. just one long, soft note, low in his throat and hanging out on the edge of a whimper. he closes his eyes and his hand drops without him realizing it until he's already got his fingers back in derek's hair. there's no pressure behind his palm. he doesn't push, doesn't hold derek in place. he just wants to touch him, just needs something to keep him grounded, keep him anchored. stiles lets his head fall back against the couch cushions, throat extended and exposed, and his words are sighed more than they're spoken, breathy and barely murmured. ]
Hhhhoh - my god.
[ stiles only keeps his head tilted back for a couple of seconds before he's tilting it forward again. he wants to watch. his fingers drift down the back his derek's head, ghost over the back of his neck and settle, thumb on one side, the rest of his fingers on the other. he squeezes gently, eyes half-lidded and a little dazed as derek swirls his tongue around the crown of his dick and hollows his cheeks and sucks. stiles fingers press and shift and move in tight, lazy circles, like he's - trying to massage the back of derek's neck while derek blows him.
stiles has no idea what he's fucking doing, but he doesn't fucking care, either. he doesn't give a shit about looking stupid anymore, has stopped caring about being bashful of shy, he just - he's deep in this feeling of pure contentment and hot, slick pleasure, and every time derek rumbles a little, the vibrations just coax a little more precum out of him, drop after drop after drop.
the further derek takes him into his mouth, the more stiles just wants to push his hips up, sink himself as far as he can into the wet, silky heat, replace as much of derek's hand with his mouth as possible. he's a good boy, though, he he holds onto the thinning shreds of composure he still has - and then derek hums, and stiles feels it pulse through his cock and he almost loses it. he's not close enough to the edge yet that there's any risk of this being over so soon, but he's still grateful for the tight squeeze of derek's hand at the base of his cock, helping to stave off his orgasm for that much longer.
stiles does his best to swallow the moan that tries to claw it's way out of his throat, but his best is not nearly enough. he makes this quiet, thin whine instead his fingers gripping a little tighter at the back of derek's neck before they relax and his whole palm slides, following his spine down to the space between his shoulders. he feels - so fucking good, and he just wants derek to feel good too.
the slow, tight drag is as derek eases off is - a lot. stiles starts to sag a little against the back of the couch. he feels tense and he feels a little boneless and derek is just so, so attractive and he's always been so attractive to stiles and stiles kind of wants to tell him. derek pulls off and he looks up at stiles and stiles can't do anything but stare back down at him, at his impossible eyes, at his reddened lips, wet with spit, with precum.
stiles takes his hand away from derek's shoulders, and it takes him a second to absorb the question derek asks him, fingers gently touching the side of his face, thumb gentl touching at the corner of derek's lips. he swallows hard, opens his mouth to answer, but can't find his voice right away, so he just nods. it's just a small shake at first, but as stiles gathers a little more of composure back, he nods with more certainty. ]
... Yeah. Yeah, I'm... very okay. Okay-plus. [ which is supposed to be a play on a+, excellent, good job so far derek, but his brain to mouth filter is growing a little thin and letting some of the dumber things escape before stiles can catch them. he wets his own lips, smiles kind of suddenly and fleetingly before it fades. ] You're kind of - you're really... really hot.
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he kind of wants to laugh. not at derek, he just. he feels really happy? giddy and stupid and horny as fuck and it's such a good mix of feelings stiles isn't sure he's ever felt before all at once, at least not this intensely. he starts to smile, tries to hide it by tucking his lower lip under the flats of his teeth, and then derek says something that stiles doesn't really... understand, so his expression becomes this mix of amused and confused. kind of like a puppy that's excited, but also confused as shit about something their owner is doing, tilting their head this way and that.
what is that even supposed to mean? is derek about to compliment the shit out of stiles? because stiles has like, zero complaints if that's the plan here, even if he'd probably get all shy and bashful and embarrassed and entirely flustered. like, one compliment about how nice his dick is - that's like, up there as far as compliments go, for stiles. which is dumb, and kind of shallow, but 90% of it is because it came from derek, who stiles really, really fucking likes. derek likes his hands, derek likes his body, derek likes his dick. derek thinks he's attractive.
stiles is so turned on just thinking about derek being into him that it's not even funny. it's actually kind of painful, and stiles needs at least a little bit of relief here or he's - going to die, probably. he flexes his fingers gently in derek's hair, rolling his hips forward just a little, so, so slowly, pushing his dick through the tight circle of derek's fist just that fraction of a fraction of an inch. jesus christ - derek's not doing anything and it feels like an eternity is passing by but stiles is just overly-aroused and impatient. it's only been like. five seconds.
but then derek starts to sink back down, long and lean where he's stretched out across the living room floor and stiles' heart skips with anticipation. he feels the warmth from derek's breath spread over his hip, his stomach tightening briefly, and when derek lowers his head, stiles fingers slide out of his hair, hand just - hovering in the empty space above it.
derek's mouth is so fucking warm and it's wet and his lips are soft. stiles sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth, hisses quietly through parted lips. he breathes so deep that his shoulders kind of rise with it, chest expanding, fingers clenching into a fist where his hand still lingers just above derek's head - and he holds his breath. he has no idea why he holds his breath, barely even realizes he's stopped breathing for a handful of seconds, but he just stares at derek.
he's only got the very tip of his cock in derek's mouth but this is already better than the handjob he was originally anticipating. derek sucks gently and he swipes his tongue around the crown of his dick, over the head and it's just - stiles has never had the pleasure of anyone sucking him off before, but he's imagined what it would be like. he's licked his hand and he's kept his fist tight and he's closed his eyes and pretended to the best of his ability, but that almost seems like a joke now, in the face of the actual thing, and derek has only just barely gotten started.
this could be over quickly. if stiles isn't careful, if he lets himself slide too deep too quickly into the warm, delicious buzz of pleasure, he's going to come before he's ready for it, before he wants to, and this will all be over in an embarrassingly short amount of time. it doesn't help his composure when derek starts to stroke him off as well, sliding his fist around the parts of him that his mouth doesn't reach, massaging his balls with his other hand.
stiles hums. just one long, soft note, low in his throat and hanging out on the edge of a whimper. he closes his eyes and his hand drops without him realizing it until he's already got his fingers back in derek's hair. there's no pressure behind his palm. he doesn't push, doesn't hold derek in place. he just wants to touch him, just needs something to keep him grounded, keep him anchored. stiles lets his head fall back against the couch cushions, throat extended and exposed, and his words are sighed more than they're spoken, breathy and barely murmured. ]
Hhhhoh - my god.
[ stiles only keeps his head tilted back for a couple of seconds before he's tilting it forward again. he wants to watch. his fingers drift down the back his derek's head, ghost over the back of his neck and settle, thumb on one side, the rest of his fingers on the other. he squeezes gently, eyes half-lidded and a little dazed as derek swirls his tongue around the crown of his dick and hollows his cheeks and sucks. stiles fingers press and shift and move in tight, lazy circles, like he's - trying to massage the back of derek's neck while derek blows him.
stiles has no idea what he's fucking doing, but he doesn't fucking care, either. he doesn't give a shit about looking stupid anymore, has stopped caring about being bashful of shy, he just - he's deep in this feeling of pure contentment and hot, slick pleasure, and every time derek rumbles a little, the vibrations just coax a little more precum out of him, drop after drop after drop.
the further derek takes him into his mouth, the more stiles just wants to push his hips up, sink himself as far as he can into the wet, silky heat, replace as much of derek's hand with his mouth as possible. he's a good boy, though, he he holds onto the thinning shreds of composure he still has - and then derek hums, and stiles feels it pulse through his cock and he almost loses it. he's not close enough to the edge yet that there's any risk of this being over so soon, but he's still grateful for the tight squeeze of derek's hand at the base of his cock, helping to stave off his orgasm for that much longer.
stiles does his best to swallow the moan that tries to claw it's way out of his throat, but his best is not nearly enough. he makes this quiet, thin whine instead his fingers gripping a little tighter at the back of derek's neck before they relax and his whole palm slides, following his spine down to the space between his shoulders. he feels - so fucking good, and he just wants derek to feel good too.
the slow, tight drag is as derek eases off is - a lot. stiles starts to sag a little against the back of the couch. he feels tense and he feels a little boneless and derek is just so, so attractive and he's always been so attractive to stiles and stiles kind of wants to tell him. derek pulls off and he looks up at stiles and stiles can't do anything but stare back down at him, at his impossible eyes, at his reddened lips, wet with spit, with precum.
stiles takes his hand away from derek's shoulders, and it takes him a second to absorb the question derek asks him, fingers gently touching the side of his face, thumb gentl touching at the corner of derek's lips. he swallows hard, opens his mouth to answer, but can't find his voice right away, so he just nods. it's just a small shake at first, but as stiles gathers a little more of composure back, he nods with more certainty. ]
... Yeah. Yeah, I'm... very okay. Okay-plus. [ which is supposed to be a play on a+, excellent, good job so far derek, but his brain to mouth filter is growing a little thin and letting some of the dumber things escape before stiles can catch them. he wets his own lips, smiles kind of suddenly and fleetingly before it fades. ] You're kind of - you're really... really hot.