[One day Stiles is going to make this grumpy asshole crack a smile, and not just because he's injured or something. Today is not that day, however, and Stiles thinks he can be okay with that, because that growled instruction to shut up is hotter than it has any right to be and, well, Stiles is willing to forgive Derek just about everything he's ever done wrong the second that warm, wet tongue touches his ass.]
Fu-uck...
[The words is drawn out in a low groan and Stiles lets his body fall forward, catching himself on his elbows and pushing his hips up into the contact. He hangs his head between his arms for a moment just trying to catch his breath, to process that yes, that is Derek Hale's hand wrapping around his throbbing dick, and more importantly yes, that is Derek Hale's usually acerbic tongue fucking into his hole with an enthusiasm Stiles would not have imagined possible. He thinks the only reason he isn't passing out from pleasure is because his brain is smart enough to know that he absolutely has to hold on, because as mind-numbingly erotic as this is, it's only the appetiser and there's no way in hell he's missing the main course.
He lifts his head so he can look back over his shoulder again and finds himself meeting Derek's eyes. The intensity he sees there should probably be intimidating, but maybe all the danger he's endured has fucked something up in his brain because all it does is send a shiver of pure lust running down his spine. It might also be because it's hard to feel scared of someone while they are actively eating your ass. He doesn't really dwell on it for very long, he has better things to think about, like the feeling of Derek's saliva running down onto his balls, or the tight heat of Derek's fist around his dick. He bites his lip and makes a noise that sounds embarrassingly like a needy whine, dropping his head again]
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Re: he deserves worse
[One day Stiles is going to make this grumpy asshole crack a smile, and not just because he's injured or something. Today is not that day, however, and Stiles thinks he can be okay with that, because that growled instruction to shut up is hotter than it has any right to be and, well, Stiles is willing to forgive Derek just about everything he's ever done wrong the second that warm, wet tongue touches his ass.]
Fu-uck...
[The words is drawn out in a low groan and Stiles lets his body fall forward, catching himself on his elbows and pushing his hips up into the contact. He hangs his head between his arms for a moment just trying to catch his breath, to process that yes, that is Derek Hale's hand wrapping around his throbbing dick, and more importantly yes, that is Derek Hale's usually acerbic tongue fucking into his hole with an enthusiasm Stiles would not have imagined possible. He thinks the only reason he isn't passing out from pleasure is because his brain is smart enough to know that he absolutely has to hold on, because as mind-numbingly erotic as this is, it's only the appetiser and there's no way in hell he's missing the main course.
He lifts his head so he can look back over his shoulder again and finds himself meeting Derek's eyes. The intensity he sees there should probably be intimidating, but maybe all the danger he's endured has fucked something up in his brain because all it does is send a shiver of pure lust running down his spine. It might also be because it's hard to feel scared of someone while they are actively eating your ass. He doesn't really dwell on it for very long, he has better things to think about, like the feeling of Derek's saliva running down onto his balls, or the tight heat of Derek's fist around his dick. He bites his lip and makes a noise that sounds embarrassingly like a needy whine, dropping his head again]
Fuck, Derek, please...