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“Oh my god, Stiles, don’t get your frilly lace panties in a twist,” Erica yelled.
“My lace panties are not frilly,” Stiles yelled back and walked off.
“Hilarious,” Erica yelled after him.
Derek stood stock still inside the open door. Stiles' heart had not blipped, not even the tiniest of stutters. It hadn’t been a lie, his lace panties were indeed not frilly. Holy shit, Stiles owned lace panties.
Derek felt his entire brain come to a screeching halt. No, that was not true. His brain did in fact supply a very detailed visual of Stiles in a pair of very lovely red lace panties.
“I can feel you staring at me. Why are you staring at me? Do werewolves have laser vision now? Is this something I should be aware of?” Stiles was standing right in front of him, looking at him with a curious expression on his face.
“No, I don’t have laser eyes, Stiles,” Derek sighed.
“Pity, that would have seriously been cool,” Stiles shrugged, but then narrowed his eyes again. “So why were you staring at me like that?”
“I wasn’t,” Derek said, not even sounding very convincing to his own ears.
Stiles kept staring at him and Derek had to remind himself that he was an Alpha and Stiles was a human and he was not intimidated by him. He was not!
Then a sly grin spread across Stiles' face.
“Oh, I see.”
Then he very slowly, very deliberately pushed just a little bit at the waistband of his jeans. Derek could see millimeter after millimeter of skin being revealed. He was holding his breath, was pretty sure his heart stopped beating for a moment, simply so he would not miss it when… Then Stiles’ hand stopped short.
Derek’s eyes snapped back up towards his face. He caught Stiles’ grin and a wink as the teen walked past him and out of the loft.
He was so fucked. Derek groaned.
He told himself that he would simply forget it. He would forget what he had heard, the would forget what he had imagined and he would forget that Stiles had fucking teased him about it. And he would not, not even respond to the text on his phone that read “If you really wanna see, come over tonight, Sourwolf ;)”
It was after 10 p.m. when he climbed through Stiles’ bedroom window. The boy was casually lying on his bed, reading a comic book. He was wearing loose jog pants and a t-shirt. The slow grin that spread across his face the only sign that he had heard Derek enter.
There was the faint scent of fresh arousal in the air, but too soft for Stiles to have been jerking off. Just a hint, a promise. Derek took a deep breath.
“Do you wanna sniff me or do you want to look at me?” Stiles asked teasingly.
“I can do both?” Derek offered.
“Hmm, that you can,” Stiles put the book down and turned towards him. “So tell me: What do you smell?”
“You’re aroused,” Derek said. “Just a little bit. You took a shower earlier. Maybe an hour ago.”
“Hmm, good,” Stiles grinned. “Now do you want to see why I’m a little aroused right now? What I put on after I took that shower?”
Derek slowly nodded and watched with rapt attention as Stiles slowly got up from the bed, pushed the sweat pants off and walked towards Derek. His t-shirt was at least 2 sizes too large, it covered his body almost until mid-thigh, hiding any underwear he might have been wearing.
But Derek simply stood still, waiting for Stiles to continue his teasing. He was clearly enjoying himself and while all Derek wanted was to push him against the nearest wall and rip that damn t-shirt off, he was not sure how much he was allowed, how much he could demand, ask for, before he would be denied. And god, did he not want to be denied right now, not before he had at least seen.
Stiles was standing right in front of him now. If Derek reached out, he could wrap his hands around him, pull him even closer.
“Tell me what you smell and what you see?” Stiles requested again, his voice so very soft Derek had to strain to hear it over the rapid beating of both their hearts.
“You’re aroused now, more than before. You’re hard, I can smell a hint of pre-cum on you. Your heart is beating really fast and you smell nervous,” Derek told him.
Derek was pretty sure that his own heart completely stopped beating when Stiles moved again. This couldn’t be healthy.
“Breathe, Sourwolf. You’ll faint and then this will no longer be fun,” Stiles said and Derek took a deliberate deep breath, the blood was rushing in his ears and his lungs filled with arousal tinted air, his own as much as Stiles’.
“Good wolf,” Stiles said with a grin and Derek rolled his eyes, the tension of the situation falling off him.
Then Stiles lifted his t-shirt. The lace was indeed a perfect shade of red. It complemented his skin perfectly. The panties were just see-through enough to show off his erection, tucked up and to the side.
Derek wasn’t even aware that he had dropped onto his knees and was hovering just an inch from the perfect cock in front of him. But Stiles’ hands ran through his hair, gently tugging him forward.
“You can touch if you want to,” he said and Derek just rubbed his face on him. It was a wolven instinct more than a human one but Stiles seemed more than fine with that. His face was being cradled, being held in place and Stiles was moaning happily above him.
“Fair warning: If you keep rubbing your stubble on my dick I will come in about 30 seconds.”
Derek stopped and pressed a kiss to the leaking head of Stiles cock. He wanted… He wanted to suck him off, he wanted to press him into the mattress and fuck him, he wanted those sinful lips on his own cock, he wanted Stiles to push those lacy panties to the side, take his cock out and fuck Derek through the matress. Derek couldn’t think straight with how much he wanted.
“Hush, you can have whatever you want,” Stiles told him. And Derek became dimly aware that he had been begging. “Whatever you want, Derek, but I’m gonna come now, okay?”
Derek wrapped his lips over the tip of Stiles’ cock through the lace panties and licked the spurts of cum right through the fabric.
He had his hands firmly gripped around Stiles’ hips as the teen swayed on his feet and patted his head absentmindedly.
“Please fuck me now.” The words were barely out of Stiles mouth before he hit the mattress.