[ that initial flash of uncertainty isn't there anymore when derek sets his teeth back against stiles' neck again, the trust and the love and the desire stiles feels for him overpowering any hardwired instinct. he can feel the pressure resting behind derek's jaw, in the sharp points of his teeth, testing the give of his flesh but careful not to break it. stiles swallows hard, gripping a little more at derek's side, fingertips slipping through a little bit of soap that the spray from the showerhead hasn't quite manages to wash away.
derek bites harder. stiles hisses quietly - it doesn't hurt, but he takes one of his hands off the wall and reaches back quickly, clumsily pushing his fingers into derek's wet hair and gripping gently, not to stop him - but to just hold him there for a second. he doesn't want derek to bite him. he just wants him to stay. he wants every point of connection he can get from him, and he's taking too fucking long to just fuck him already. stiles breathes out, shaky and shuddered, and pushes his hips back a little more, grinding his ass against the thick line of derek's cock.
he goes easily when derek pushes up against him, pressing him into the wall. stiles lets go of derek's hair, slides the hand that's already braced against the wall out a little so his arm isn't crushed between his chest and the tile, moving both of his arms so they rest slightly above his head, wrists overlapping. the tile is cold in comparison to the encompassing heat spread out across his back, and the start contrast is enough to send a hard shiver rattling down stiles' spine just in time for derek to slide the head of his cock down the cleft of his ass until it catches. stiles tenses, but it's not even close to being negative reaction, just - anticipatory.
there hasn't been that much prep. stiles was absolutely, definitely into derek's mouth on him just a minute or so ago, but he's pretty sure that's nowhere near enough preparation - and yet most of him doesn't care in the slightest. there's a tiny corner of his brain left yet that hasn't been overridden by love and lust and the desperate need to fuck, but stiles, for once, doesn't listen to the rational part of himself.
he whines. derek adds a little pressure behind the press of his cock and the sound that comes out of stiles is thin and a little tense, and it surprises him because it's not a sound he intended to make, but it's out and it's there and stiles swallows around the rest of it. he feels - pinned, with derek's weight pressing into his back, holding him flush to the shower wall, his breath hot against his ear, lips trailing down his neck. it feels like the first time, back in his old apartment, when derek had held him down with a fist to his chest. stiles hadn't felt scared then, and he doesn't feel scared now, either. he feels safe and protected and wanted, and it makes his knees weak.
derek tells him that he loves him. stiles fingers curl into loose fists above his head. his heart hurts, but it's the good kind of hurt, the kind where he's just filled with so much love that there just simply isn't enough room for it inside of him. stiles' eyes close and he leans his forehead against the wall, taking one of his arms down with the intention of reaching back to pull derek closer at the same time that he tilts himself way to make room.
stiles' fingers don't make contact with any part of derek, stilled by rock of his hips, the slow push of just the very tip of his cock against his hole, spreading him open with a thickness stiles - honestly isn't ready for. it... hurts. not a lot, not by any amount stiles can't handle right now, but it's more than the mild discomfort he's grown used to by now, eased by the push and the spread of derek's fingers. stiles tenses up, clenches his teeth a little, arches his back just slightly like he means to get away, but it's just instinct, and he fights it. he holds himself still, blowing out a thin breath against the tiles, thighs tense.
already, it feels - different. it's a different kind of heat without the thin layer of latex, a different kind of closeness, and derek's barely even inside of him yet. stiles decides immediately that they're done with protection from this point forward - as long as derek's okay with it, then they're done with it, because he doesn't want to give up this kind of connection now that he has it, now that he knows what it feels like, and he barely knows.
stiles makes a soft, strangled sound in the back of his throat, like he wants to say something, tell derek everything he's thinking, everything he's feeling, but it just comes out as this quiet, desperate note, his hovering hand moving to slide over the back of derek's wrist as he loops his arm over his stomach, fingers spreading out over his knuckles. he can feel derek spreading him apart, hand on his ass, claws resting against his flesh - and all he wants to do is push back. derek pushes forward, rocks his hips a little more - and it hurts. the stretch is - a lot, more than stiles is used to without being worked up to it. his grips tightly at the back of derek's wrist, unable to hold back the thin, strained whine that slips through his teeth, eyes squeezing shut for a moment. ]
Ah— don't— [ he sounds a little rushed, slightly out of breath even though he hasn't really done anything, but he doesn't want derek to stop. he doesn't want him to pull out. ] Don't take it, please don't take it.
[ the pain, he means. he's not even sure if it would cross derek's mind to take it away from him, but he desperately, desperately doesn't want him to, and it comes through in his voice. stiles opens his eyes, and he breathes, in and out and in and out, his grip on derek's wrist easing gradually, every muscle in his body easing gradually. he just needs a minute, just needs a second.
stiles tilts his head slightly, forehead still resting against the wall, but he can see derek at his shoulder out of the corner of his eye. he can see the glow of his eyes, feels drawn to it enough that he turns his head properly to look at him, which puts him close enough to kiss him, even if it's just the corner of his mouth. ]
I love you. [ he kisses the edge of his mouth again, presses another one to his chin, and very, very carefully, he starts to ease his hips back in tiny, tiny pulses, fucking himself on derek's cock millimeter by millimeter. his voice sounds a little thin, words murmured and slightly too close together, but he doesn't care. he knows derek will hear him, he knows derek will understand. ] C'mon, it's okay. M'fine, it's okay, just - slowly. I love you.
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derek bites harder. stiles hisses quietly - it doesn't hurt, but he takes one of his hands off the wall and reaches back quickly, clumsily pushing his fingers into derek's wet hair and gripping gently, not to stop him - but to just hold him there for a second. he doesn't want derek to bite him. he just wants him to stay. he wants every point of connection he can get from him, and he's taking too fucking long to just fuck him already. stiles breathes out, shaky and shuddered, and pushes his hips back a little more, grinding his ass against the thick line of derek's cock.
he goes easily when derek pushes up against him, pressing him into the wall. stiles lets go of derek's hair, slides the hand that's already braced against the wall out a little so his arm isn't crushed between his chest and the tile, moving both of his arms so they rest slightly above his head, wrists overlapping. the tile is cold in comparison to the encompassing heat spread out across his back, and the start contrast is enough to send a hard shiver rattling down stiles' spine just in time for derek to slide the head of his cock down the cleft of his ass until it catches. stiles tenses, but it's not even close to being negative reaction, just - anticipatory.
there hasn't been that much prep. stiles was absolutely, definitely into derek's mouth on him just a minute or so ago, but he's pretty sure that's nowhere near enough preparation - and yet most of him doesn't care in the slightest. there's a tiny corner of his brain left yet that hasn't been overridden by love and lust and the desperate need to fuck, but stiles, for once, doesn't listen to the rational part of himself.
he whines. derek adds a little pressure behind the press of his cock and the sound that comes out of stiles is thin and a little tense, and it surprises him because it's not a sound he intended to make, but it's out and it's there and stiles swallows around the rest of it. he feels - pinned, with derek's weight pressing into his back, holding him flush to the shower wall, his breath hot against his ear, lips trailing down his neck. it feels like the first time, back in his old apartment, when derek had held him down with a fist to his chest. stiles hadn't felt scared then, and he doesn't feel scared now, either. he feels safe and protected and wanted, and it makes his knees weak.
derek tells him that he loves him. stiles fingers curl into loose fists above his head. his heart hurts, but it's the good kind of hurt, the kind where he's just filled with so much love that there just simply isn't enough room for it inside of him. stiles' eyes close and he leans his forehead against the wall, taking one of his arms down with the intention of reaching back to pull derek closer at the same time that he tilts himself way to make room.
stiles' fingers don't make contact with any part of derek, stilled by rock of his hips, the slow push of just the very tip of his cock against his hole, spreading him open with a thickness stiles - honestly isn't ready for. it... hurts. not a lot, not by any amount stiles can't handle right now, but it's more than the mild discomfort he's grown used to by now, eased by the push and the spread of derek's fingers. stiles tenses up, clenches his teeth a little, arches his back just slightly like he means to get away, but it's just instinct, and he fights it. he holds himself still, blowing out a thin breath against the tiles, thighs tense.
already, it feels - different. it's a different kind of heat without the thin layer of latex, a different kind of closeness, and derek's barely even inside of him yet. stiles decides immediately that they're done with protection from this point forward - as long as derek's okay with it, then they're done with it, because he doesn't want to give up this kind of connection now that he has it, now that he knows what it feels like, and he barely knows.
stiles makes a soft, strangled sound in the back of his throat, like he wants to say something, tell derek everything he's thinking, everything he's feeling, but it just comes out as this quiet, desperate note, his hovering hand moving to slide over the back of derek's wrist as he loops his arm over his stomach, fingers spreading out over his knuckles. he can feel derek spreading him apart, hand on his ass, claws resting against his flesh - and all he wants to do is push back. derek pushes forward, rocks his hips a little more - and it hurts. the stretch is - a lot, more than stiles is used to without being worked up to it. his grips tightly at the back of derek's wrist, unable to hold back the thin, strained whine that slips through his teeth, eyes squeezing shut for a moment. ]
Ah— don't— [ he sounds a little rushed, slightly out of breath even though he hasn't really done anything, but he doesn't want derek to stop. he doesn't want him to pull out. ] Don't take it, please don't take it.
[ the pain, he means. he's not even sure if it would cross derek's mind to take it away from him, but he desperately, desperately doesn't want him to, and it comes through in his voice. stiles opens his eyes, and he breathes, in and out and in and out, his grip on derek's wrist easing gradually, every muscle in his body easing gradually. he just needs a minute, just needs a second.
stiles tilts his head slightly, forehead still resting against the wall, but he can see derek at his shoulder out of the corner of his eye. he can see the glow of his eyes, feels drawn to it enough that he turns his head properly to look at him, which puts him close enough to kiss him, even if it's just the corner of his mouth. ]
I love you. [ he kisses the edge of his mouth again, presses another one to his chin, and very, very carefully, he starts to ease his hips back in tiny, tiny pulses, fucking himself on derek's cock millimeter by millimeter. his voice sounds a little thin, words murmured and slightly too close together, but he doesn't care. he knows derek will hear him, he knows derek will understand. ] C'mon, it's okay. M'fine, it's okay, just - slowly. I love you.