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Stiles knew very well that Derek was asleep. He was pretty sure that they’d been fucking around long enough that Derek’s wolf had more than a passing acquaintance with the Stiles’ scent, but he was also very aware of what happened when someone woke up Derek Hale unexpectedly.
And yeah, they’d had those conversations before, of dos and don’ts , and I-might-wanna-try-s , and nope-not-my-things , and later the I-wants spoken in low voices with averted gazes and too-hot cheeks.
But still. . .
Stiles bit his lip, looking down at the sprawl of Derek’s body in the green sheets. Derek’s low, deep breaths echoed through the loft. He lay on his back, with one arm thrown up over his face, his right leg bent at the knee, and his left straightened. The sheets had pooled to just under his belly button, his chest moving slowly as he slept. He was sound asleep, exhausted after a night of fighting something that had more likelihood of appearing on Stiles’ D&D character sheet than in the woods with claws and teeth bared, ready to kill. The pack had fought well, and the only casualty they’d had on their side was Derek’s leather jacket, which one of them had slashed beyond saving.
Stiles might have held a funeral. Derek had rolled his eyes and ordered another off Amazon.
Stiles closed his eyes and reached out with that otherworldly sense that allowed him to do such amazing, unbelievable things- less a spark now and more an inferno- and saw the echo of Derek’s wolf, curled up and sleeping with its nose under its tail. They both snored faintly but slept deeply.
Deliberately, Stiles shoved the water bottle off the side table with his elbow. It landed onto the wood floor below with a muffled crash.
Derek’s breath caught, but the wolf barely twitched. Stiles forced his heartbeat to remain calm, knowing that anything that sounded off would wake him up. Still, he was surprised that Derek had barely moved when not so long ago he would have rolled out of bed, with claws and teeth bared to meet the threat.
Hmm. Maybe this had a shot of working.
Stiles slowly inched the sheet down Derek’s body. Naked, he was enough to make Stiles’s breath catch, and this time was no different. Derek spent a lot of time working on his body, ensuring that it never let him down. It had taken a lot longer than Stiles was comfortable admitting for him to stop comparing himself to Derek’s otherworldly beauty, but they’d gotten there eventually. Derek was beautiful, and Stiles had spent hours showing Derek how much he loved his body. His favorite spot was the curve of his shoulder into his bicep. He had to check the impulse to skim the curve with his lips, knowing that would wake Derek up.
Stiles darted his gaze to Derek’s face, checking again that he was still deeply asleep, before bending to Derek’s soft cock. He inhaled, loving the scent of Derek here, a slight tang of soap and come from last night, and musk of the natural scent of his body. He looked vulnerable like this, his fat cock lying on his thigh, peeking out of the thick curl of Derek’s pubic hair. The truth was, Stiles loved being able to kiss him like this. Stiles licked at the head lightly, sliding his tongue under the foreskin, before slowly moving it out of his way. He moved slowly enough so as to not wake him up, which was hard. Keeping his breaths deep and even, his heartbeat steady was harder. Stiles knew that anything Derek's wolf picked up as 'off' would wake him up faster than anything. Soft like this, Stiles could fit the whole thing in his mouth without feeling like he needed to unhinge his jaw. It was a bit of a trick to do so without touching any more of Derek’s skin, but Stiles knew that he was nothing if not stubborn. Derek's cock was a heavy weight on his tongue. Now Stiles could taste him and he shifted a little, his own cock thickening with his want of this man beneath him.
Stiles began to suck lightly and felt Derek’s cock twitch in his mouth as it responded. He paused to check again, making sure Derek was still sound asleep. He bent back to it but found himself having to pull back slightly as Derek grew harder and thicker in his mouth. He moved his lips down the shaft of Derek’s cock, licking over the base and moving to suck lightly at his balls. He kept his movements slow, precise, almost dreamlike as he sucked off his sleeping boyfriend, ignoring his own hard cock in his pajama pants. When Derek had first mentioned this, Stiles had been a little too weirded out to think that he’d get off on it at all, but he found himself moving as slowly as he could stand, working Derek’s cock as much as he could without pushing him over the line into wakefulness. His jaw soon tired, and Stiles had to keep wiping spit off with his shoulder, but he made sure to kiss and suck every inch of the thick cock in his mouth, cupping and squeezing Derek's sac before trailing his lips there too. Derek loved to have his balls played with, and Stiles knew this was a calculated risk.
“Mmm--” Derek made a low sound and shifted, turning his hips more towards the heat of Stiles’s mouth. Stiles moved with his body, able to suck the head of his cock now as it grew fully hard. He kept his mouth light, trying to focus on getting and keeping him hard. Derek's brain might be checked out, but his cock knew what to do as Stiles slowly deepthroated him, tightening and swallowing around the spongy, hard head. Usually, by now, Derek would be murmuring at him or begging him or guiding the back of his head as he fucked Stiles’s mouth with whispered praise and words of how much he loved him, how much he wanted him, how much he needed him. Spurts of precome now mixed with Stiles' spit, and Stiles backed off to lick him clean with tiny little swirls of his tongue.
When Derek grew close, Stiles backed off, pulling off his pajamas and kneeling on the floor. Stiles had to press his chin to the mattress as he stared at Derek's hard cock, still wet from his mouth. Stiles was still wet and a little open from last night, but more lube never hurt nothin as far as he was concerned. Stiles quickly readied himself, staring wide-eyed at the precome still leaking out of Derek’s now-red, thick cock. He focused inward again, checking in once more with Derek’s wolf. It was twitching, tail flicking slightly, and Stiles knew that he was almost out of time. Still, he couldn't keep from lapping that slickness up too, chasing Derek's taste, bitter on his tongue.
Moving as calmly as he could, Stiles moved so that he was straddling Derek’s hips. With one hand, he lightly guided Derek’s cock to his hole. With the other, he held himself open as he shifted his weight on his knees, slowly sinking so that the head of Derek’s cock entered him. Derek was big enough that the first stretch always made his nerves light up like fireworks as Derek's cock made room for itself inside of Stiles' body.
Maybe it was Stiles’ shocked gasp of breath- because no matter how many times they did this, the first time Derek stretched him open was always amazing. Maybe it was because of the incredible heat of Stiles’ ass, slick with lube and Derek’s come from earlier.
Maybe it was both of those things.
Derek came awake with a roar, hands slamming onto Stiles’s hips as he thrust deeply, pulling Stiles all the way down onto his cock. For a second, he was just blindly fucking, animal-like as he thrust and thrust and thrust, chasing the sensations Stiles had started.
Stiles let his head loll back, muscles loose as Derek moved him where he wanted him. Derek pricked him with his claws, and the coppery scent of blood was faint to Stiles' nose but had to be thick in the room if the way Derek's sharp inhale was any indication. He brought his hands up to rest on Derek’s shoulders, gently brushing against the tense muscles in his neck, and Derek jerked his gaze to Stiles’s, eyes wide with shock, then dark with need and satisfaction as he realized that Stiles had done precisely what he’d asked so long ago that Derek had obviously forgotten about it. He gentled his grip on Stiles' hips, but Stiles knew there'd be bruises later.
“You--”
Stiles smirked. He might be getting fucked within an inch of his life, but he didn’t see any reason to drop his smug grin.
“Yep.” He popped the ‘ p ’ sound. “Me. Sleep well, Derek?”
“Fuh--” Derek started to swear but kissed the grin off Stiles’s mouth instead, cupping the back of his head with one hand and wrapping his fingers around Stiles’s own straining cock with the other.
Stiles knew the smugness drained off his face pretty damn quickly. Derek changed the angle, turning them slightly, using just the muscles in his abs for leverage. Derek thrust and Stiles shifted his hips, shivering as Derek slid his hands over every inch of Stiles' body that he could reach. His eyes still looked a little sleep stupid, and Derek's hair bedhead was truly inspirational, but Stiles was shivering now, close to coming. Derek reached down to side one finger in next to his cock and Stiles gasped, his cock so thick and heavy that he was amazed that he hadn't already come.
"Fuck, Stiles. Come on." With the knuckle of his thumb, Derek pressed against Stiles' perineum and Stiles fucked his hips down in a filthy spiral, his hands slamming onto Derek's chest as he felt himself start to come. Stiles whined, reaching back onto Derek’s thighs to brace himself as Derek increased the pace of his fist, watching him with wide eyes, biting his lip as Stiles chased his own pleasure, coming with a gasp, a shiver, and a long, drawn-out moan of Derek’s name.
Derek changed his grip so that his large hands curled around Stiles' hips. His cock grew marginally harder as fucked Stiles harder through his orgasm, ignoring Stiles' shivers as his ass tightened on Derek's cock. He braced his heels on the bed as he thrust up, once, then again before he came inside of Stiles, mouth dropping open as he tried to suck air into his lungs.
Derek stared up at him with his eyes still a little wide before he pulled Stiles down and on top of him. Derek slid his hand down Stiles' sweaty back and Stiles shifted so Derek could lazily finger Stiles' wet hole, rubbing his come into Stiles' skin. Stiles burrowed into Derek’s chest as Derek’s arms came around him, gently holding them together. They kissed as their heartbeats returned to normal, and Stiles wiggled a little as sweat, and everything else started to dry. Eurrrgh. “How about a shower, big guy? If I fall asleep, I'm gonna end up like, shellacked to you or something.”
“Gimmie a second. I’m not sure if my legs will hold me.” But Derek’s actions belied his words as he scooped Stiles up and walked towards their shower. This kiss was sweet enough that Stiles knew he was smiling a little stupidly when Derek pulled away.
Stiles took a second to check on the wolf again, only to find it curled up and licking one paw contentedly. It winked at him, and Stiles felt his jaw fall open as he realized that he had forgotten one thing:
Wolves loved to play with their mates.