[ stiles doesn't have to be looking at derek to know that derek is looking at him. he can feel it, the same way most people can feel when someone is watching them from afar, but stiles doesn't feel unsettled by it, he doesn't feel intimidated or paranoid. he just feels... unsure, mostly, quietly anxious, like his body's going to be the thing that chases derek away, and not his clumsiness or his abuse of sarcasm or his inability to stay focused sometimes. and his body is fine - in the back of his mind somewhere, stiles knows that he's not bad looking - but derek is a werewolf, and he's always been surrounded by werewolves, beautiful people with bodies built to run and fight and protect. and stiles doesn't look like him. he doesn't look like scott or liam or malia, he doesn't look like jackson or - even freaking danny, who was just as human as stiles is, but still still tanned and toned and able to stand next to everyone else and still look like he belonged.
stiles is just. average. and he's okay with that, mostly. he's been offered more than once now, to become something better, and each time he's turned it down. so average is his own choice, it's what he's able to settle for - but it's not so easy to believe someone else might settle for it too.
derek kisses his forehead, and it honestly does a lot to calm him, to make him feel alright. he breathes a quiet sigh, untucking his fingers from derek's waistband when he leans back to take everything off. stiles watches him for a beat, awed by his everything, really, and then takes the second or two while derek is busy to twist and lean over the edge of the bed, blindly feeling around. he puts his hand in something cold and wet, blinks blearily with mild confusion, but can't bring himself to investigate, continuing to pat at the floor until he finds the small bottle of lube that he's looking for. eventually, they'll get a night stand, and stiles will be able to find the lube in the drawer by muscle memory alone. he fumbles for another second or two, fingers dipping into the box of condoms pushed up against the side of the bed.
when he pulls himself back up, derek's already laid out beside him - and he's beautiful, lightly tanned skin and tight muscle highlighted by the pale light of the moon spilling in through some of the windows. stiles slowly sets the lube and the condom down on the bed somewhere within reach, and just looks at him for a moment. derek touches his fingertips against his side and trails them upward, dragging them lightly over bare skin, and it's not as if derek hasn't touched him everywhere before, it's not like derek has never had his hands underneath stiles' shirt, touching him in all the same places, but it's just - different, like this. derek can see every part of stiles, every inch of skin that he's touching, and it doesn't stop him at all, and that makes stiles feel - well, it's an indescribable feeling, really, but it's somewhere close to overwhelmingly loved.
derek kisses his thigh, lingers there for a moment, and stiles can't resist. he pushes his fingers through derek's hair, slow and gentle, runs his fingertips over the nape of his neck. he watches with tired, lust-cloudy eyes as derek strokes himself, wants to reach down and bat his hand away so he can do it for him the way he should have been doing this entire time.
tell me how you want me derek says, but stiles just wants him everywhere, all the time, in every way. he knows what derek is asking even before he suggests a couple different positions, but stiles doesn't know how he's supposed to choose. he wets his lips, pushing his fingers through derek's hair again, his other hand curling around the crown of his own cock and stroking slowly as he thinks about what he wants.
god, he really wants derek to ride him. he wants to lie back, he wants to feel the weight of him pressing him down, the warmth of him surrounding his cock, the strength of him as he works his thighs. but he also wants him on his back, he wants to hold derek's legs up a little, hands cupped behind his knees, and watch as his cock slides into him, slow and deep.
stiles swallows around a soft sound, fingers dropping to the base of his cock for a moment to give it a tight squeeze before he starts to move, reaching to push and kick his boxers the rest of the way off of his legs before turning and pressing a gentle hand against derek's shoulder, hoping to ease him onto his back. ]
I... want to see your face.
[ he swallows, wets his lips, shifting over and up to put one of his knees between derek's legs. stiles puts a hand on his thigh, carefully easing it out to make more space for him, and then settles on both knees between derek's legs, resting back on his haunches with his knees slightly spread, cock hard and heavy. after a moment, he tilts forward, bracing his hands on either side of derek by his shoulders, leaning down to kiss him lightly. ]
... Is this okay?
[ his hand slides over the sheets a little, fingers closing around the bottle of lube as he waits for approval. ]
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stiles is just. average. and he's okay with that, mostly. he's been offered more than once now, to become something better, and each time he's turned it down. so average is his own choice, it's what he's able to settle for - but it's not so easy to believe someone else might settle for it too.
derek kisses his forehead, and it honestly does a lot to calm him, to make him feel alright. he breathes a quiet sigh, untucking his fingers from derek's waistband when he leans back to take everything off. stiles watches him for a beat, awed by his everything, really, and then takes the second or two while derek is busy to twist and lean over the edge of the bed, blindly feeling around. he puts his hand in something cold and wet, blinks blearily with mild confusion, but can't bring himself to investigate, continuing to pat at the floor until he finds the small bottle of lube that he's looking for. eventually, they'll get a night stand, and stiles will be able to find the lube in the drawer by muscle memory alone. he fumbles for another second or two, fingers dipping into the box of condoms pushed up against the side of the bed.
when he pulls himself back up, derek's already laid out beside him - and he's beautiful, lightly tanned skin and tight muscle highlighted by the pale light of the moon spilling in through some of the windows. stiles slowly sets the lube and the condom down on the bed somewhere within reach, and just looks at him for a moment. derek touches his fingertips against his side and trails them upward, dragging them lightly over bare skin, and it's not as if derek hasn't touched him everywhere before, it's not like derek has never had his hands underneath stiles' shirt, touching him in all the same places, but it's just - different, like this. derek can see every part of stiles, every inch of skin that he's touching, and it doesn't stop him at all, and that makes stiles feel - well, it's an indescribable feeling, really, but it's somewhere close to overwhelmingly loved.
derek kisses his thigh, lingers there for a moment, and stiles can't resist. he pushes his fingers through derek's hair, slow and gentle, runs his fingertips over the nape of his neck. he watches with tired, lust-cloudy eyes as derek strokes himself, wants to reach down and bat his hand away so he can do it for him the way he should have been doing this entire time.
tell me how you want me derek says, but stiles just wants him everywhere, all the time, in every way. he knows what derek is asking even before he suggests a couple different positions, but stiles doesn't know how he's supposed to choose. he wets his lips, pushing his fingers through derek's hair again, his other hand curling around the crown of his own cock and stroking slowly as he thinks about what he wants.
god, he really wants derek to ride him. he wants to lie back, he wants to feel the weight of him pressing him down, the warmth of him surrounding his cock, the strength of him as he works his thighs. but he also wants him on his back, he wants to hold derek's legs up a little, hands cupped behind his knees, and watch as his cock slides into him, slow and deep.
stiles swallows around a soft sound, fingers dropping to the base of his cock for a moment to give it a tight squeeze before he starts to move, reaching to push and kick his boxers the rest of the way off of his legs before turning and pressing a gentle hand against derek's shoulder, hoping to ease him onto his back. ]
I... want to see your face.
[ he swallows, wets his lips, shifting over and up to put one of his knees between derek's legs. stiles puts a hand on his thigh, carefully easing it out to make more space for him, and then settles on both knees between derek's legs, resting back on his haunches with his knees slightly spread, cock hard and heavy. after a moment, he tilts forward, bracing his hands on either side of derek by his shoulders, leaning down to kiss him lightly. ]
... Is this okay?
[ his hand slides over the sheets a little, fingers closing around the bottle of lube as he waits for approval. ]