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It was an accident, Derek swears. One day he had watched Stiles twist and wrap a piece of twine in his hands, really he seemed to be doing it mostly subconsciously, or simply to keep his hands busy, but it looked somewhat intriguing so Derek had asked. And that really had been his first mistake right there.
“What are you doing with that?” he had asked.
“Shibari,” Stiles had answered, perfectly casual. “It’s a type of Japanese rope binding.”
“Huh? Looks neat,” Derek had said.
And really that could have been the extent of this whole situation. But no, Derek had to go home and type ‘Shibari’ into Google. He discovered that yes, it was a type of Japanese rope binding. For tying up people. For sex purposes.
He did need to take a few moments to let that information settle. And then another moment to shut his brain’s train of thought off that kept wondering if Stiles liked to tie people up or if he liked to be tied up.
Derek had absolutely no idea what could possibly be considered alluring about the idea of being tied up during sex. Kate had done it to him once. He had hated it. He had felt helpless and any thought of sex had been far from his mind. She had seemed to get off on it though and that had been all that had mattered to her.
Maybe it was a power thing. It definitely had seemed like a power thing for Kate. But that didn’t quite fit with the mental image of Stiles he had. But neither did getting off on the fact that he was helpless. Stiles liked to be in control, Derek knew that much about the other boy.
It took Derek a solid week to admit to himself that the ropes and what Stiles could possibly be doing with them and with whom, had taken up residence in his head.
It didn’t help that Derek kept opening his laptop and looking up more pictures of people being tied up, of men being tied up. There was just something about the intricate ropes running across muscled bodies, about deft hands tying complicated knots.
He didn’t like the idea of tying up Stiles. Whenever he thought about it that way, all he could think about was bad things happening to Stiles. Nope. But Stiles wrapping tight ropes around his body, tying him in place, possibly touching him and… Yeah, that did things to him. Things that ended with Derek closing his laptop abruptly and having to take a long, cold shower.
He didn’t like being tied up in practice, Derek knew that for a fact. But somehow the fantasy of Stiles being the one doing seemed fine, more than fine really.
Derek expected his obsession with ropes and his obsession with Stiles to go away, eventually. But no, it seemed pretty consistent. He got horny, he thought about being tied up by Stiles; he thought about being tied up, he got horny; he thought about Stiles, he got horny.
“Do you think there’s like a limit to how much you can safely masturbate?” Stiles asked, and Derek inhaled his coffee.
“What?” he asked, sputtering and coughing.
“Like, can you masturbate too much?”
And yes, apparently that was an actual question that Stiles had just asked him and not just his subconscious messing with him.
“Use lotion, Stiles,” he mumbled, “or lube, like a normal person.”
Derek was sure his face must have been on fire. But Stiles actually just laughed.
“Did Derek-I’m taking repressed to a whole nother level-Hale just actually admit he jerks off sometimes?” Stiles put an overly dramatic hand over his face and pretended to faint.
Derek rolled his eyes.
“I’m not repressed, I just choose not to share every single private detail about my sex life with everyone I meet.”
“You hurt me, Derek,” Stiles said. “I select the people I tell those very private things to very carefully.”
“So, how the hell did I end up on that list?”
“You give me great advice, like: ‘Use more lube, Stiles’. That right there earned you a prime spot on the list.”
Derek groaned and turned back to his coffee.
“But really, that doesn’t quite solve my problem,” Stiles continued, after less than a minute of quiet. “Lack of lubrication is not the issue. Do you ever just drag things out, like tease yourself for ages?”
Immediately Derek brain conjured up the image of himself tied to the bed while Stiles’ clever hands teased and teased and teased.
“Nope,” he said instead.
“That was a lie. I don’t even need to be a werewolf to know that you just lied to me, Derek.”
“Remember the part where I like to keep my private life private?”
“Okay, let’s talk about my private life then,” Stiles continued on happily. “So, so far I have discovered that the longer I keep extending the time of teasing myself the better the resulting orgasm is. Now do you think there is like a limit to that? Like at some point you just hit a plateau because an orgasm can’t possibly get any better?”
Derek had to force himself to take deep, measured breaths.
“Fucking hell,” he muttered. “Why exactly do you expect me to have an answer to that?”
“Okay, I get it,” Stiles said. “You’re more of the hard and fast kind of guy.”
And that seemed to have been the conversation, the rest of the afternoon past without weird sex questions. Derek didn’t know whether to be relieved or not.
That night Derek allowed his hands to slip under the waistband of his pyjama pants, to wrap around his cock as his mind wandered to Stiles, to his words, his hands that so expertly wrapped twine.
He teased himself, started off slowly and dragged it out until he was sure he would come, then he stopped. He imagined Stiles’ hands on him, his teasing grin as he worked his hand all over Derek’s desperate body, never quite giving him what he needed. He imagined his own hands tied firmly to the headboard of his bed.
When he finally allowed himself to come Derek was almost sobbing with relief. And yes, Stiles had been right, of course, the longer he dragged it out the better it got.
Derek knew he was toeing a dangerous line with his fantasies. He knew it wouldn’t happen, that it couldn’t happen. That it wouldn’t be as fucking good in reality as it was inside the safety of his head.
“Hey, Earth to Sourwolf! Could you at least pretend to be listening to me like everyone else?” Stiles groused.
“I always listen to you,” Derek replied, his eyes still stuck on Stiles’ hands. They were once again playing with that fucking rope.
“So?”
“You’re tying that knot wrong,” was what Derek’s mouth chose to answer.
“I’m tying that… what?” Stiles was looking at him with obvious confusion on his face, before his eyes followed Derek’s gaze down to his own hands. “Huh, you’re right, I am tying that knot wrong.”
It took a full five minutes during which Derek was sure the topic of knots had been dropped before Stiles burst out: “How the hell, do you know how to tie shibari knots?”
“Youtube videos,” Derek answered, because it was true.
“So… Do you regularly tie people up?” Stiles asked.
“Nope.”
“Every once in a while?”
“Nope.”
“At all?”
“Nope.”
“Have you ever been tied up?”
“Yes, last week by the idiot hunter,” Derek bared his teeth, hoping to discourage Stiles from asking any more questions. Predictably it did not work.
“For personal enjoyment purposes, dipshit.”
“Well, I didn’t exactly enjoy it and it didn’t involve all those pretty knots you like to do, but it did involve sex. Does that answer your question?”
“Why didn’t you enjoy it? Like, I don’t get it. People who are not into ropes usually don’t notice tiny mistakes in someone’s rope work.”
Derek sighed. He did not want to talk about this. Especially not with Stiles.
“Fine,” he ground out. “An ex of mine was into it. I let her tie me up, she enjoyed, it I didn’t. I noticed your mistake because just because I didn’t enjoy being tied up in practice, I really like the idea of it.”
Derek shrugged uncomfortably. And it only took a moment for Stiles to connect the dots. He knew he would but still part of him had hope he would not. Derek could see the exact moment it clicked in Stiles’ brain.
If he had expected to be pitied he was sorely mistaken though.
“So you enjoy jerking off to the thought of being tied up? But not by her, right?”
“No, not by her,” Derek agreed. He would absolutely refuse to tell Stiles anything more, especially when it came to details of those jerking off sessions.
“Alright, give me some details to work with here,” Stiles said.
“Stiles,” Derek groaned in frustration and buried his face in his palms.
“I’m trying to help you here.”
“How are you helping me?”
“By offering to tie you up.”
Derek’s brain short circuited. There was no way that Stiles had just said what he thought Stiles had just said.
“Don’t look at me like I just kicked your puppies,” Stiles plowed right on. “First of all: If I do kick your puppies, it’s because they deserve it. Second of all: I get that you’re not into me, alright. I could totally just tie you up and leave you to do your thing.”
“Do my thing?” Derek frowned. And hang on had Stiles just said he knew that Derek was not into him? And that that was why things would not be sexual between them?
“You know? I could tie you up, leave the room, you jerk off? That kind of thing?”
“Why would I want that?”
“You know what? I’m sorry I offered. I shouldn’t have, that was stupid,” Stiles hastily backtracked.
“What? No. Stiles, it’s fine. It’s just not… I mean, uh,” Derek was pretty sure that his face was bright red and showed just how uncomfortable he was. “When I think about it I like being completely immobile and at the mercy of someone,” he finally said.
“Holy fuck!” Stiles was looking at him with wide eyes.
Derek took a deep breath and continued. “You. I like to think about being tied up and at your mercy.”
“I think my brain just exploded,” Stiles said very slowly. “Because we can totally do that if you want to. Like, right now.”
Derek hesitated. He wanted Stiles. That was no secret and every single fantasy he had had over the past few months that involved ropes and Stiles had been amazing. The thing was: What if the reality wasn’t as good? What if the reality would feel like it had with Kate? He never ever wanted to feel about Stiles the way he felt about Kate now.
“We stop at any point. You feel uncomfortable, we stop. You feel unsure, we stop. You feel anything but absolutely enthusiastic about what’s going on, we stop. I promise that.”
So Derek slowly nodded. Stiles grin was wide and amazing and he was reaching for his backpack faster than Derek could realize. Then he held up a bundle of rope.
“Seriously?” Derek raised an eyebrow at him. But Stiles only grinned.
“You’re not quite as smooth and inconspicuous as you think,” he laughed. “Now, first things first: Can I kiss you?”
“Yes,” Derek said and pulled Stiles flush against him.
When they parted, breathing heavily, their foreheads resting against each other, Stiles smiled softly.
“Can I tie you up?”
Derek laughed: “Yes, please.”
“Tell me what you want and I’ll make it happen,” Stiles demanded and Derek told him every last detail of his fantasies.
Stiles nodded carefully once he finished.
“Okay, I can do that but I need us to get naked right now!”
Derek laughed softly but got to his feet obediently and tugged on Stiles hand to lead him towards his bedroom. Their clothes went scattering on the floor as they walked, Derek reaching out to touch every new bit of Stiles' pale skin as it got revealed.
“Bed,” Stiles ordered as soon as the bedroom door was closed behind them. Derek went easily, his hands already going to the top of his headboard.
“God! Derek, you’re amazing.”
Stiles was kneeling on top of him in an instant, the rope he had taken with his gently dragging across Derek’s skin, over his chest and up his arms. Derek saw the gesture as what it was, a warning and an option to back out.
“Here should be a very important conversation about what we’re both comfortable with and safewords and a whole bunch of stuff,” Stiles said quietly.
“I trust you.”
“Not the point. So not the point,” Stiles was shaking his head. “I need to be able to trust you to tell me if anything is not 100% okay. Can you do that?”
“Yes,” Derek nodded. He knew that he could trust Stiles, that he could trust Stiles to stop.
Stiles gave a last nod and then finally, finally, the rope went to his wrists. The first knot was tied and Derek tested the strength just a little, it didn’t give. He knew that if he used his full werewolf strength he could break free but for now the rope was tight and holding him firmly in place.
And just like that Derek felt an odd sort of tension leave his body. Stiles was in charge, Stiles was taking care of him, Stiles was tying pretty, intricate knots down his arms so he wouldn’t be tempted to move.
“God, just look at you,” Stiles said, his voice tinged in awe. Derek had no idea why. “Just fucking look at you. You’re so fucking amazing.”
Stiles hands were running all over his body, every single touch causing a fire to prickle through his skin. Derek was shaking just from his hands, he had now idea how he was supposed to handle anything else.
“Can you talk to me? Can you tell me how you are doing?” Stiles asked and Derek could only shake his head helplessly.
“Can you nod to let me know that you’re doing okay and want me to continue?”
Derek nodded as vigorously as he could manage.
Stiles' hands continued to explore his entire body. They continue to touch and stroke and tease his chest, his sides, his collarbones, his hips, his legs.
Derek was twisting and turning, trying to get Stiles to touch his erection, hard and heavy against his stomach. It was dripping pre-cum with every stroke of Stiles fingertips.
“Be patient with me,” Stiles murmured and “I’m so tying down your legs next time.”
Derek moaned helplessly at that and nodded.
“Yes, please.”
“Yeah? You want me to tie you down completely so you can’t move at all?”
Derek nodded.
Stiles shifted, settled so he was now straddling Derek’s hips. It held him in place somewhat, it prevented his hips from shifting. But it also put Stiles' own hardon right in his line of vision. And Derek felt his mouth water at the sight.
“You have no idea how much I want that too, but I’m pretty sure we’re both way too high strung for that right now, darling.”
Stiles leaned forward, his erection brushing against Derek’s and wrapped his long fingers around both of them. Derek keened. his back arched and he was coming just like that. A couple more strokes and short hot bursts of come spilled onto his stomach again as Stiles came.
“Clean up, cuddled, conversation,” Stiles murmured as he swayed on top of him. His hands loosened the rope around Derek’s wrists and he was able to slip it off.
Derek brought his slightly numb arms down and around Stiles’ middle to help him lie down next to him and curled up with him.
“Thank you, that was amazing,” Derek told him softly and kissed him.
“‘kay, love you too,” Stiles only mumbled before he fell asleep.
Derek watched him a long moment. His heart beating fast. It should have felt like a shock, but it wasn’t not really. He had known how he felt about Stiles for a while now. And he knew that Stiles never did anything by halves.
“I love you,” he whispered softly and pressed his face into Stiles’ neck. He would get up in a minute, clean them up and tuck them under the covers, but for now he would just enjoy this new found closeness, they could have Stiles’ conversation in the morning.