[ he doesn't want to linger. stiles doesn't want to dwell on the things that have made today - complicated, different than he expected. difficult, a little hurtful, if he's honest, even if derek didn't mean any of it. he doesn't want to explain that he left so he could clean up after himself, so derek wouldn't have to do it later, so he wouldn't get distracted and forget about it - so he just says nowhere and leaves it at that. he's here now, and helping derek find his center is more important than any of his insecurities.
stiles is too distracted, too focused on derek's breathing, on the flex of his cock in his hand to notice that derek's claws have come out. he barely registers the faint sound of porcelain cracking behind him over the sound of derek's breathing, hard and shallow and loud as stiles continues to stroke him. derek apologizes, admits he may have crossed a line, admits that he didn't mean the things he said and it's - it almost makes stiles laugh, how genuinely he praises him for being able to put fucking milk away.
stiles kisses him. derek meets him with this overwhelming intensity, pressing forward and licking into his mouth and pressing his hips up into stiles' hand. he pushes this desperate, almost erotic cry into stiles' mouth, and stiles can't swallow back the tiny whimper that spills from the back of his throat in response, feeling his knees give a little. he wants derek so badly, wants to make him come, wants to make him feel good, wants to give him everything. wants to be a good anchor.
he starts to pump his fist faster, tightening the circle of his fingers as he breaks away from derek to breath, he drops his forehead against his shoulder, eyes pointed downward in the space between them as he grinds his cock against derek's hip. derek is - god damn gorgeous, he's something else, and stiles is almost awed as he watches him thrust up into his hand, the head of his cock thick and flushed as it pushes through his fist over and over.
stiles can feel derek's hands all over his back and it's - different. derek's put his hands up stiles' shirt before, he's touched stiles almost everywhere, but this is different. he's never been fully naked in front of derek before, and for a minute or two it completely escaped him that he doesn't have the comfort blanket of his shirt this time. derek's hands scramble over his bare back, heavy and unhindered, and stiles' entire body shudders with a sharp and sudden shiver. he drops his other hand, closes it around the base of derek's cock so he's stroking him with both, fists stacked one on top of the other. he turns his face in toward derek's throat, breathes out a shuddered breath—
and derek comes, unexpected and out of nowhere. stiles feels him pulse hard in his hands, feel the hot heat of cum spill over his knuckles, over his wrist, up his forearm, and he can't help the hard, slow grind of his cock against derek's thigh, his heart beat spiking with arousal and excitement and a little bit of pride for getting derek off. he pushes a clumsy kiss against his throat, body a shaking a little as he continues to stroke him off. ]
That's it, there you go...
[ he murmurs next to derek's ear, but derek is - loud. he's very loud and it's possible that it gets drowned out but stiles keeps stripping his cock and derek - just. keeps. coming. he comes more than anyone stiles has ever seen - granted, he hasn't been witness to very many spectacular orgasms that weren't his own, so maybe that's a little unfair to say - but it's the hottest thing he's ever seen, and it's almost, almost enough to make him blow his load, too.
stiles slows his hand gradually, wanting to keep touching derek, but not really wanting to overwhelm him, but even as derek comes down from the high of orgasm he - he doesn't soften at all. stiles swallows a little, still pushing his cock against derek's thigh with these tiny, almost thoughtless little thrusts, and he looks up.
derek's eyes are red. his eyes are red and stiles can see the sharper ends of his teeth, long and wolf-like. he holds derek's gaze, panting a little, and wonders if - if this isn't enough. if this isn't going to work the way he thought it would. stiles gently lets go of derek, easing his hands off of his cock, and touches his hip with one hand instead, opening his mouth to say something, but derek cuts him off with a command.
stiles - doesn't hesitate. it doesn't take a genius to figure out what derek is telling him, what he wants from stiles, but stiles is a genius, so it clicks the instant derek tells him to turn around. stiles' hand shakes a little when he reaches up, dragging his palm down over his mouth and chin, wiping some water away even though it's useless. there's still cum on the back of his wrist, but it drips when he raises his arm, swirling down into the drain.
he turns without saying a word, but he does it slowly, almost like he's hesitant even though he isn't. he's just - too enthralled by derek, too enamored to take his eyes off of him so easily, but he does what he's told. he obeys. stiles turns his body first, then his head, and gives derek his back, reaching forward to lean his forearms against the warm tiles. he drops his head forward between his shoulders, but he misses being able to grind his cock against derek's hip, so he drops his hand down and gives his dick a couple lazy pulls, toes curling against the floor tiles, skin buzzing with arousal and anticipation. ]
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stiles is too distracted, too focused on derek's breathing, on the flex of his cock in his hand to notice that derek's claws have come out. he barely registers the faint sound of porcelain cracking behind him over the sound of derek's breathing, hard and shallow and loud as stiles continues to stroke him. derek apologizes, admits he may have crossed a line, admits that he didn't mean the things he said and it's - it almost makes stiles laugh, how genuinely he praises him for being able to put fucking milk away.
stiles kisses him. derek meets him with this overwhelming intensity, pressing forward and licking into his mouth and pressing his hips up into stiles' hand. he pushes this desperate, almost erotic cry into stiles' mouth, and stiles can't swallow back the tiny whimper that spills from the back of his throat in response, feeling his knees give a little. he wants derek so badly, wants to make him come, wants to make him feel good, wants to give him everything. wants to be a good anchor.
he starts to pump his fist faster, tightening the circle of his fingers as he breaks away from derek to breath, he drops his forehead against his shoulder, eyes pointed downward in the space between them as he grinds his cock against derek's hip. derek is - god damn gorgeous, he's something else, and stiles is almost awed as he watches him thrust up into his hand, the head of his cock thick and flushed as it pushes through his fist over and over.
stiles can feel derek's hands all over his back and it's - different. derek's put his hands up stiles' shirt before, he's touched stiles almost everywhere, but this is different. he's never been fully naked in front of derek before, and for a minute or two it completely escaped him that he doesn't have the comfort blanket of his shirt this time. derek's hands scramble over his bare back, heavy and unhindered, and stiles' entire body shudders with a sharp and sudden shiver. he drops his other hand, closes it around the base of derek's cock so he's stroking him with both, fists stacked one on top of the other. he turns his face in toward derek's throat, breathes out a shuddered breath—
and derek comes, unexpected and out of nowhere. stiles feels him pulse hard in his hands, feel the hot heat of cum spill over his knuckles, over his wrist, up his forearm, and he can't help the hard, slow grind of his cock against derek's thigh, his heart beat spiking with arousal and excitement and a little bit of pride for getting derek off. he pushes a clumsy kiss against his throat, body a shaking a little as he continues to stroke him off. ]
That's it, there you go...
[ he murmurs next to derek's ear, but derek is - loud. he's very loud and it's possible that it gets drowned out but stiles keeps stripping his cock and derek - just. keeps. coming. he comes more than anyone stiles has ever seen - granted, he hasn't been witness to very many spectacular orgasms that weren't his own, so maybe that's a little unfair to say - but it's the hottest thing he's ever seen, and it's almost, almost enough to make him blow his load, too.
stiles slows his hand gradually, wanting to keep touching derek, but not really wanting to overwhelm him, but even as derek comes down from the high of orgasm he - he doesn't soften at all. stiles swallows a little, still pushing his cock against derek's thigh with these tiny, almost thoughtless little thrusts, and he looks up.
derek's eyes are red. his eyes are red and stiles can see the sharper ends of his teeth, long and wolf-like. he holds derek's gaze, panting a little, and wonders if - if this isn't enough. if this isn't going to work the way he thought it would. stiles gently lets go of derek, easing his hands off of his cock, and touches his hip with one hand instead, opening his mouth to say something, but derek cuts him off with a command.
stiles - doesn't hesitate. it doesn't take a genius to figure out what derek is telling him, what he wants from stiles, but stiles is a genius, so it clicks the instant derek tells him to turn around. stiles' hand shakes a little when he reaches up, dragging his palm down over his mouth and chin, wiping some water away even though it's useless. there's still cum on the back of his wrist, but it drips when he raises his arm, swirling down into the drain.
he turns without saying a word, but he does it slowly, almost like he's hesitant even though he isn't. he's just - too enthralled by derek, too enamored to take his eyes off of him so easily, but he does what he's told. he obeys. stiles turns his body first, then his head, and gives derek his back, reaching forward to lean his forearms against the warm tiles. he drops his head forward between his shoulders, but he misses being able to grind his cock against derek's hip, so he drops his hand down and gives his dick a couple lazy pulls, toes curling against the floor tiles, skin buzzing with arousal and anticipation. ]