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What the hell is a Stiles? (_stiles) wrote,

“I could hardly ask Scott or Lydia advice on what to do about my desperate need for sex every few weeks,” Stiles chuckled. “I couldn’t tell either of them what I was worried about.” His fingers reached over and ran over the back of Derek’s hand. “I’m glad, too. I’m glad we got to talk. I’m glad I came to see you.”

A pleased flush crept through his cheeks when Derek complimented him. And his body. And the things it was doing.


“Hey, I love tiramisu, but unless you can get someone to make me a decaf one I’m going to just have the biscotti. Apparently it’s what Hale pups like when they’re growing,” he said fondly. The Hale pups that he’d be growing in his belly. “Let’s go and practise.”


Stiles knew he was going to have problems in the car on the way home. Well- ‘problems’. As soon as the car doors closed, as soon as they were alone, Stiles’ hands were creeping over to Derek’s thigh, sliding up to rest near his crotch.

“Promise I won’t do this all the way home,” he whispered, grazing his fingers over the slightly swollen shape of Derek’s cock. “Just- just want to make sure you’re ready,” he teased. Now that he’d moved, gotten up, walked to the car, sat down again, now he could feel how wet he was. The plug was helping even less. “I’ve changed my mind, I’m not nervous, I want you inside me.”

There was no way Derek could drive them safely (and quickly) home if Stiles was going down on him. He whined and pulled his hand away, putting it in his own lap, pressing against his own cock instead. Well, sitting beside Derek and jerking off was probably going to be just as distracting, but they weren’t too far from home.

“Just- just rip my clothes off when we get in, please?” Stiles begged softly, fidgeting, even though it just moved the plug around and made him wetter and harder. He felt his heart hammering when he saw their destination, almost forgetting to grab their take away boxes in his eagerness to get inside. But the cake made it safely to the kitchen counter before Stiles couldn’t take anymore, striding across the unacceptable space between himself and Derek, throwing himself into his mates arms.

“I need to be naked now. I need to feel your hands on my skin. Please-“ he nuzzled at Derek’s jaw, licking the stubble lovingly. “I need you inside me.”