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[personal profile] overshirts 2019-05-02 03:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ that... is definitely not how the line goes. han solo is too arrogant and cocky to do anything like telling leia how he really feels about her - but stiles doesn't give a single fuck that derek gets this line wrong. derek is so much better than han solo anyway. if you put han and derek next to each other and told stiles he could spend the rest of his life with only one of them, he'd pick derek, no questions asked. he'd pick derek every single time.

so it's okay, that derek tells him he loves him instead, that he loves stiles' laugh and his smile and the dumb ring he had made for him from a piece of a leaf blower's engine. they can quote and misquote star wars at each other another time, but right now stiles is just so, so incredibly intent to just be close to derek, to have these quieter moments where stiles feels reassured and protected and loved more than he honestly deserves to be loved.

stiles' eyes water, too. derek presses a kiss to the top of his head and stiles presses his face against the space where the two sides of derek's rib cage join together in the middle, moving both of his arms so he can drape them loosely around his waist, fingers splayed against his back. he's... slightly emotional and horny as fuck but he doesn't feel - frantic or desperate about it. stiles just wants to feel close, as close as he possibly can, as connected to derek as physically possible. he doesn't even really care if derek turns him down, if he says he'd rather fuck stiles instead - just as long as they're connected, that's all that really matters to him.

but derek doesn't turn him down. derek says he wants it too, and it's only then that stiles' sleep-slow brain catches up to him and he realizes what he's just asked for. it helps that it registers after the fact, so he has less time to be anxious about being let down easy if derek wants something different - but he doesn't. stiles' heart still trips up a little anyway, on a slight delay.

he wants to kiss him again wherever he can reach him, but derek pulls away to sit back. stiles' fingers push lazy little circles into the muscle at the bottom of his spine, head tilted back just slightly so he can look derek in the face. he breathes deep as derek trails his hand down his front, breathes a heavy sigh as he closes his hand around him again, strokes him lazily.

and then derek says but, and it's fine, but it still makes stiles pause for a second. he has no idea what's coming, isn't really collected enough to even begin to guess what the stipulation is here, and he's both nervous and not. he wets his bottom lip, eyebrows shifting slightly to show that he's paying attention, even if it's a little difficult to do with derek's hand on his dick.

the little pull at his shirt isn't even enough for him to be able to put together what derek is about to ask for, so he's left looking a little thrown and a little dumb and a little bit lost when derek finally makes his request. he... wants him to take his shirt off. stiles has only had his shirt off in front of derek a handful of times, and most of those times it's been quick and practiced, changing out of one shirt and into another the same way he would do in the locker room at school just to get it over with. there was the full moon, too, but both of them had been a little overwhelmed, derek by the moon and stiles by derek.

this feels different from that. it is different from that, and stiles feels nervous - but not nearly as much as he thought he would. he stares up at derek for a few long moments, eyes shifting minutely. his lips part. he opens his mouth, struggles for a moment to say anything at all, so he just nods instead, small and subtle - and sure. the fact that it's a choice, that derek makes sure he knows he doesn't have to if he doesn't want to, makes it that much easier to oblige.

stiles sits up and leans forward, brushing another kiss against derek's chest like he somehow steels some confidence in doing so. he lingers for a moment, then tilts back, letting his hands slide off of derek so he can grab at the bottom of his own shirt. stiles only hesitates for a moment, and then he pulls his shirt up.

and he get stuck. only for a second, his elbows stretching the material awkwardly and trapping one of his arms, but it's long enough for him to get super embarrassed about it because he can't even take his shirt off without being a mess, so by the time he frees himself and sets his shirt down off to the side, his cheeks and his throat are red and kid of blotchy and he won't look any higher than derek's chest. he tries to move on quickly, to distract from - himself, really, by curling his fingers into the elastic of derek's waistband and giving it a little tug, like, off, please. ]
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[personal profile] overshirts 2019-05-04 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ 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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[personal profile] overshirts 2019-05-08 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ there is no universe in which stiles can realistically imagine that being with derek wouldn't be good. good is an understatement as it is, but being with derek in any capacity is more than stiles could ever ask for, more than he deserves in any world or in any timeline - but it still touches him kind of deeply, that derek would make a point to make this about stiles just as much as it is about derek.

stiles has never done this before. not outside of the full moon, and he'd never say what happened on the kitchen counter doesn't count, but this, here, is the first time he's gone so far as to ask to switch things up from the norm. and the norm is great, what they regularly get up to is fucking fantastic, but there's something about this night that makes him want to - not necessarily prove something to derek, but to just - provide, in ways that derek usually provides for him instead.

he's nervous. god, he's fucking nervous, but it's okay, because he also feels safe. he doesn't feel scared, just a good kind of anxious, a low simmering excitement. he smiles, and he kisses derek, and when derek takes it further and turns something chaste into something deeper and more intimate, something a little more aggressive, stiles is there. he meets him with equal enthusiasm, drawing in short breaths through his nose, opening his mouth, testing the strength of derek's tongue against his own.

he's panting a little bit by the time derek eases back, his arms starting to shake a little from holding himself up. he drops himself down to his elbows, which narrows the space between them some, but still leaves enough room for derek to reach down and take his cock in hand. stiles sighs, breath warm against derek's cheek. he lifts his head after a beat or two, wanting to look at derek, to see his face just like he said, and derek is looking at him already. he's smiling, and stiles' stomach flips lightly, his heart pattering in his chest.

stiles starts to smile back at him, hips rolling slow and lazy to meet the slide of derek's hand, right up until derek tells him what he wants. his hips stutter and then still, and stiles' eyes widen just the tiniest bit, just centimeter, a millimeter.

no protection, he says, which is fine - that's not entirely new anymore, but he follows that with i want you to come inside me, and - stiles nearly comes right there, right over derek's hand. he drops his head, forehead thumping gently againt derek's chest, hips rolling into his fist again, just once, like he's imagining it. stiles makes a quiet sound, akin to a soft moan. he's still got the lube in his one hand, held in a tight fist now. ]


Jesus... Christ. [ yeah. yeah, that's cool. he's cool with that. stiles smiles suddenly, pressing a rough laugh into derek's chest. he lifts his head after a moment so he can look at him, smile pulling at the edges of his mouth. ] Dude, I am so cool with that.

[ despite his light ribbing, though, he softens, leaving another kiss at the base of derek's throat before he sits back up, gently easing derek's hand off of him so he can rest back on his haunches again. he's got the lube in his other hand, flicks the cap open with a push of his thumb.

he gets nervous again. anticipatory, even though he's still gotta do some prep work before he can even think about pushing his cock into derek. he swallows, shifting his gaze down to his hands, looking past them for a moment at derek's thighs, the way they're spread, his dick, thick and heavy between them. fuck, he's so stunning it hurts.

a little messily, stiles dribbles some lube over the fingers of his left hand, just the index and middle fingers for now. he uses his chin to snap the cap back on, dropping the bottle into the sheets a little off to the side. he uses his thumb to spread the lube over his fingers, slides his right hand one of derek's tight and circles it around to the back of his knee, trying to get him to bend his leg a little, move it up and out. ]


You have to— [ he has to stop to swallow, his voice soft but a little gravely. stiles glances up to look derek in the face for a moment, then looks back down at what he's doing. carefully, gently, he slides the pad of his thumb over the tight ring of muscle, hand trembling just the slightest as he slowly spreads some of the lube on his fingers around. ] You have to tell me if you don't like something. Promise me.

[ stiles waits for a beat, then adjusts the angle of his hand so he can push the tip of his middle finger against derek's hole, gently adding pressure, gently easing inside. his heart is beating fast in his chest, eyes jumping back and forth between his hand between derek's legs and his face, his other hand still spread under the back of one thigh, thumb stroking slowly. ]
Edited 2019-05-08 17:28 (UTC)