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Derek woke to the sound of footsteps, the sound of a fast paced heart beat entering his bedroom. He knew that heart beat. There wasn't any need to defend, this person was safe. He let him climb onto the bed and watched as he settled comfortably over his thighs.
"I've waited long enough, Sour Wolf. I did what you said, went off to college, dated, well... had a couple of dates, went to some parties but there was a hole. No one measured up to you. And it's you I want. And I don't intend to wait any longer. Lie back and let me ..."
Stiles placed his palms on Derek's face, rubbing his thumbs through the stubble. Derek lay back and let him take the lead, recognising the determination on Stiles' face. Stiles kissed his mouth, slowly licking inside, sucking on his tongue, tugging on his lower lip and then back to a long slow kiss with the slide of their tongues against each other. Pulling back he licked and bit along his jaw and down his neck, sucking on the skin in the hollow of his neck watching the marks heal when he raised his head.
Stiles moved down to his nipples, rolling and sucking on the buds, smirking at the moans and whines coming from Derek. Not wanting to unseat Stiles, Derek was struggling not to arch off the bed away from the sweet torture. Stiles moved back down Derek’s legs as he nosed down to Derek's belly button and further down through the trail of hair leading under the band of Derek's boxers. He tugged at the waist band and Derek raised his hips to help Stiles pull off the offending boxers.
Stiles took a breathe, his eyes running from Derek's face, to his chest as he rested up on his elbows, then to his legs, then back to look into his beautiful mixed green eyes, uncertainty showing in his own wide whisky coloured ones.
"I still haven't any experience, you know. I'm making this up as I go." Derek smirked, sucked in a breathe and nodded for him to continue.
Stiles moved back up to thoroughly kiss Derek again. Derek ran his fingers through the back of Stiles' hair trying to reassure him, then let go and lay back on the bed. He watched through hooded eyes as Stiles moved back down to where Derek needed him the most.
Kissing and nipping on the flesh inside Derek's now spread legs moving down towards his knees, by-passing his straining cock, Stiles choked back a laugh at the sounds of frustration coming from his werewolf. He moved back up to swipe his tongue across the heavy balls savouring the taste of Derek. His fingers ghosted across his hole. Derek moaned and ran his hand through Stiles hair trying to move him to his aching, leaking cock.
He resisted Derek's motions and proceeded to play with Derek's balls, stroking his perineum before working his finger back to Derek's hole. Derek's breathing goes ragged, a long whine emitting from his throat (he will deny those later - much later), his hands are fisted at his sides as Stiles finally moves to swirl his tongue around the head of Derek's cock licking the pre-cum from the head, running his tongue down the large vein underneath, then up again to finally take as much of the large cock as he could in his mouth.
Stiles knew to keep his teeth out of the way and breath through his nose. He slowly started taking in as much of Derek as he could using his hand to hold what he couldn’t. He pulled off when he felt himself starting to gag, then taking a deep breathe he returned to the now very red and leaking cock. It was wet and sloppy and Stiles had cum and spit all over his mouth and chin. When his cock hit the back of Stiles throat, as Stiles sucked, Derek managed to pull his hair in warning as he came with a shout. Stiles took in some of the cum but pulled off when it became a bit much to handle. Derek’s cum splashed his face as Stiles grinned widely with pride.
That wide eyed hopeful look of Stiles had been the last thing Derek had seen before he had fallen into a deep sleep. He awoke next morning to the light coming in through the windows. He was alone. He looked down at himself, he was clean and the sheets were up to his waist. He couldn’t hear any sounds in the apartment. He sighed, turned over onto his stomach and buried his head in his pillow.
Just typical for his life. That sucks. A dream so real….