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When virgins start dying in town Stiles is instantly terrified. Not only because he’s a virgin himself but also because somehow any time something bad is happening in town these days, it always ends up involving him and/or the pack in some way. So he thinks he’s more than allowed to be terrified about the whole thing.

He bombards Derek with texts about it. Asking for updates and if they should have another pack meeting to go over things again.

Derek already held an emergency pack meeting about the situation. They’re all monitoring it best they can but it doesn’t change the fact that Stiles is still a human virgin who is definitely going to end up dead.

The Alpha reassures him with platitudes so Stiles ends up having to spell it out for him plain and simple. “I need to get fucked, Derek”. He immediately regrets texting that but he’s kind of panicking over here.

Derek’s eventual reply makes his panic momentarily evaporate: “You’re right.”

Stiles looks down at the text for a long time. Butterflies start to flutter unwillingly in his belly. Is Derek insinuating what he thinks he’s insinuating?

But Derek doesn’t follow that up with anything else. So Stiles lets it drop for now but the text stays on his mind for a long time. All night in fact. He can barely concentrate on his homework after school or dinner with his dad and he goes through his night time routine on autopilot.

When he finally manages to get some sleep, he dreams of tanned skin, sharp stubble, red glowing eyes and a hard cock at his ass. He wakes up sweaty, sticky and vaguely embarrassed and rushes to take a shower.

The thing is, he may have a big fat crush on the Alpha. It crept up on him in the last few months. He always found Derek insanely attractive but it took a bit for Stiles to get over his mistrust and fear of him (okay there’s still a part of him that fears Derek a little bit).

But Derek had done a decent job of showing up for his betas and their training. Stiles started sticking around, hanging with the betas at school and got to know Derek a little better and now they were a semi functioning pack and somewhere along the way Stiles had started to really really like the Alpha.

After his shower, he checks his phone before getting ready for school and almost drops it when he sees and reads the text Derek sent a few hours earlier, in the middle of the night really.

“I can be the one to do it.”

Again, he second guesses Derek’s meaning. He means what Stiles thinks he’s meaning, right?

He types a quick reply then erases it. Tries again, erases it again. In the end, he replies with just “yeah okay, thanks” and wants to throw himself out of his bedroom window.

He tosses his phone on his bed like it’s on fire and quickly gets dressed for school with shaky hands, his mind going 80 miles an hour.

Is he really going to have sex with Derek? Is he going to get fucked by Derek? What the fuck. What the actual fuck.

He almost forgets his phone when leaving for school and has to run back up to his bedroom to get it and run back down and out of the door.

When he checks it again, Derek sealed the whole thing by texting “tonight. train depot 8pm.”

Train depot? The creepy abandoned train depot he trains the betas in? That one? Stiles frowns but likes the message letting Derek know he’s on board.

He doesn’t pay a single iota of attention in class that day. Too busy thinking about what he’ll have to do later, when he gets home. He’ll have to shower real good, should he prep??? Yeah, he should. Derek was already doing him a favour, it was the least he could do to make it easier for him, right? Yeah.

Also Derek didn’t seem like the type to be into that whole foreplay and preparation phase of lovemaking or well sex in this instance.

After class, he ditches lacrosse practice and rushes to the pharmacy. Despite his growing embarrassment, he goes straight to the section he’s looking for.

He grabs a bottle of lube, the biggest one they got because he may have never seen Derek’s dick in the flesh before but he did see the outline of it many times in the tight jeans Derek wears all the time and yeah Derek isn’t small and Stiles usually just uses spit or lotion to jerk off or play with his hole.

His cheeks warms and he knows they’re probably red and blotchy as he moves on and looks at the condoms. They don’t need them, right? Derek can’t catch or pass anything and well, Stiles is a virgin. Maybe it would help with the mess… But even so he shakes his head and makes his way to the cash without grabbing any.

On his way though, he passes the soap section and he stops to look if they have any scentless soaps. He finds a bar not too expensive and decides to get it. Might as well make himself smell as neutral as possible and try not to fuck with Derek’s nose too much.

At the cash, he grabs a pack of gum to have something else with his purchase. Not that it makes the whole thing less embarrassing. The middle aged lady doesn’t even bat an eyelash though thankfully and she even gives him a polite smile when handing him his bag.

At home, he goes up to his bedroom on autopilot, eyes slightly too wide and sits on his desk chair just to look at the bottle of lube for a while. One leg starts bouncing.

He looks at his phone a few times. Isaac texts him a song recommendation. Erica sends him a meme about incels. Boyd reacts to his last text message with a laughing emoji. Scott asks him for the answers to their math homework. Nothing from the Alpha.

He skips dinner, the idea of eating not very appealing at the moment and instead gets into the shower. He scrubs and scrubs at his skin with a washcloth and the bar of scentless soap and goes through half the damn bar and pays special attention to his ass.

By the time he’s done, his skin is pink-red and sensitive. He should have gotten some scentless lotion too, fuck.

He dresses in some soft clothes, his favourite pair of boxers, baggy sweatpants and a long-sleeved t-shirt that feels really nice on his skin. He might change later before leaving but for now it’s fine. It’s not like he’s going out on a date anyway, right?

He sits back at his desk and passes his hands through his hair a few times. He needs a distraction or he’ll lose his mind or have a really bad panic attack.

He settles on doing some homework. He doesn’t really manage to get much done but at least it distracts him enough not to get a panic attack or from checking his phone every few seconds.

The sun sets and Stiles looks at the bottle of lube again. Picks it up and goes to his bed. He spreads a towel on it before lying down and getting to work. It’s awkward. He tries to relax but he’s never really taken more than a finger before. When he jerks off he rubs his hole and it’s usually enough to get him off.

He perseveres because he knows he needs to be prepped or he’ll regret it. He wants to keep the pain to a minimum. He knows it’s going to hurt either way but no reason to make things worse by not prepping properly. He gets up to four fingers and so sweaty he’ll need another fucking shower.

His dick is half hard but he ignores it even though it would probably help if he came. He’s too riled up to come though. He keeps checking his alarm clock for the time and every time his heart gives a little jolt of panic.

He showers again. This time he keeps it quick and perfunctory. The lube is water based so after drying himself he lubes himself up generously again and makes sure he’s still nice and loose.

When 7h45pm rolls around, he’s trying to decide what to wear. His stomach is in knots and nothing looks right and he has the urge to text Derek to just forget it. Stiles will just have to accept that he’s going to die young and a virgin.

He sits on the side of his bed in his underwear, head in his hands, elbows on his knees and just breathes. It’s just sex, why is he making it a big fucking deal. Derek isn’t making a big deal about it. He didn’t even text him once since agreeing to do this. Not a big deal. Not a fucking big deal.

He pulls at his hair for a moment before getting up abruptly. He grabs whatever clothes he puts his hands on and gets dressed quickly. Then puts on his purple hoodie to finish up and refuses to look at himself in the mirror on his way out of the house.

He drives to the abandoned train depot with a wet ass and a mind so clouded it’s a miracle he doesn’t get into an accident. He slows down and parks close the entrance, Derek probably hearing him arrive but even so, after turning off the jeep, he just sits there.

He takes a few deep breaths and fidgets with the sleeves of his hoodie. It’s going to happen. He’s going to lose his virginity. Not exactly in the best possible circumstances but all things considered it’s fine. Derek is the one who’s going to take it. Someone he’s come to trust (at least enough for this), finds attractive and has a crush on. Not so bad really and it’s for a good reason. Him living another day.

His pep talk is a bit lacklustre but it’s enough. He gets out of the jeep and makes his way inside the depot. He hates the place, even more so after dark. It’s dank and creepy as all hell. The lighting is also shit, the shadows are always long and deep where anything or anyone can hide in them.

He hears Derek before seeing him.

“You’re late.”

The words are toneless. Stiles turns and sees Derek walk up to him from the shadows. He’s wearing his usual tank top and jeans combo and Stiles swallows thickly.

“Am I?” He asks, his voice sounding a bit strangled so he clears his throat.

He checks his phone and it’s 8h06pm. Derek is a stickler for punctuality. Is actually weird about it but it’s only 6 minutes and Stiles had needed most of those for his inner pep talk. He gives Derek a shrug as an apology.

The silence stretches and Stiles fidgets, he searches Derek’s face a little but the Alpha gives him nothing, his face completely unreadable.

“Um, thanks, you know, for doing this.” Stiles says when it’s obvious Derek isn’t going to say anything and the silence gets too much for him.

Derek looks away from him then, jaw twitching.

“It’s fine, Stiles. I’m the Alpha so…” He says, very matter-of-fact.

It makes knots form in his belly. Derek is doing him a favour he knows that but… Hearing him saying it that way is kind of weird. Almost like it’s an obligation rather than a favour.

“Right…” He says quietly, frowning and looking down at his hands and plays with the skin of his thumb, almost making it bleed.

He hears Derek shuffle on his feet and looks back up at him. He notices Derek’s nostrils flaring slightly and Stiles can’t help fidgeting again.

Is he smelling him? Can he smell the lube on him? In him? Or the way his skin is clean but scentless. Can he smell the way his nerves are getting worse by the second. Can he smell all of that? Maybe. Probably.

Derek’s face remains unreadable.

“I- Um. Are we gonna-“ Stiles tries but gives up, looking away from the Alpha.

He blinks quickly a few times, a ball of emotion forming at the back of his throat. What the fuck, is he getting upset? Why is he getting upset?

“Stiles.”

Toneless again but Stiles immediately looks back at him. Derek’s eyes roams his face, then drops just for a second, to his chest then back up to his face. His jaw twitches again before jerking his head in the standard “follow me” gesture and walking off. Stiles follows.

Derek leads him deep into the depot and the air gets cooler quickly, making Stiles start shivering. They reach a well lit train car. The light white fluorescent and harsh inside of it and when Derek steps in, Stiles hesitates. Are they going to do it in there? The idea kind of pulls him up short but it’s not like he can complain, right? Derek is doing this to help him out.

He follows Derek in after hesitating just a moment longer and then he can’t really bring himself to look up at Derek anymore. He looks around a little instead, feeling out of place and the knots in his belly starts getting painful.

He rubs the back of his neck and fixes his eyes on a rusty screw in the floor, starts gnawing at his bottom lip. He’s almost fully out of his body and watching himself watch that screw when Derek steps closer, distracting him and bringing him back. He accidentally looks up at Derek’s face, heart pounding in his chest.

Derek’s face is still empty and unreadable but there’s something in his eyes. Something Stiles can’t really make sense of but it’s intense and makes him swallow thickly. Derek advances on him, getting even closer and Stiles has no choice but to back up until his back hits the wall of the train.

Derek gets into his personal space, making his breathing quicken but Derek doesn’t touch him. Just stands really close.

He searches Derek’s face frantically. Looking for something, anything but finding nothing. Without looking away, he tentatively reaches out with his fingers to touch Derek’s hand softly, featherlight.

There’s a short sharp inhale and Stiles’ hand is pushed away. Not harshly but firmly. Stiles’ eyes drop to Derek’s chest and fixate there, his mind going blank and his stomach dropping to his feet.

Gently but firmly, he’s manhandled and turned around to face the wall. Stiles’ breathing gets erratic and he licks his lips before glueing his forehead to the wall, hands shaking at his sides.

The clanking of Derek’s belt getting undone is so sudden and loud it makes him jump a little and he presses his forehead harder against the wall and scrunches his eyes shut tightly. Then he hears the zipper of Derek’s jeans being pulled down and he opens his eyes again, wide.

It’s silent again, apart from Stiles’ harsh breathing and the beating of his own heart in his ears.

When Derek’s fingers gently touch the waistband of his pants, Stiles lets out a sharp high noise and mindlessly grasps Derek’s wrist tightly with one hand, a clear attempt to stop him from going any further.

Derek goes still. Doesn’t take his hand back and Stiles’ mind catches up with what he’s just done. He lets go of Derek and stammers out an apology and as if to prove he actually means it, he pushes his pants and underwear down himself. Just under his ass. The cool air hits his still wet ass and he shivers hard.

Nothing happens for long seconds and Stiles fights with the urge to look back at Derek and eventually loses. He turns his head just enough to look at the Alpha quickly, from the corner of his eyes. He doesn’t see much and maybe it’s better that way.

He glues his forehead back to the wall, closes his eyes and tries to focus on his breathing.

On his third deep inhale, Derek’s fingers are at his ass. Stiles instinctively tries to spread his thighs but his pants and underwear are in the way so he awkwardly pushes them down some more before spreading his thighs.

Derek’s fingers find his wet hole and start rubbing it gently, making Stiles’ mouth open on a quiet sigh. The tense muscles of his shoulders and back start to loosen and he brings up his hands to flatten them to the wall.

A thick finger enters him with little to no resistance and Stiles lets out a quiet breathy moan. Derek adds a second finger a few seconds later when it’s obvious Stiles is nice and loose. He pumps them in and out a few times, making Stiles’ breath hitch, before adding a third and continuing his movements inside of him.

Derek’s fingers are thicker than his own so three of Derek’s is like four of his and Stiles can definitely feel the stretch now. It doesn’t sting but there’s some burning a bit so he squirms a little and gives a short whine. Derek continues to finger him for a little while longer, until the burn is gone and Stiles is panting hard against the wall.

Then the fingers are pulled out and Stiles hears the tell tale wet sound of a lubed hand stroking a cock and he turns a little to give a quick look and catches sight of Derek stroking himself, lubing himself up. He turns back quickly to the wall and once again glues his forehead to it.

The wet sound eventually stops and then there’s air shifting behind him as Derek steps even closer, a firm hand grabbing him by one hip and the head of Derek’s cock slides in-between his wet cheeks and finds his hole.

The head slides in no problem making Stiles gasp a little. But then Derek keeps pushing before retreating a little just to push again, more insistently and it starts to hurt and Stiles lets out a small panicked noise and says Derek’s name twice, frantically.

“Relax.”

A clear order. Said through gritted teeth. It makes tears gather at the corner of Stiles’ eyes.

“I’m trying, you’re fucking big!” Stiles says, his words are a lot whinier and wobblier than he intended.

Derek stops pushing and Stiles can breathe again. He wipes the sweat that started gathering at his brow with a quick hand and tries to make himself relax. Closes his eyes and takes a very deep breath. His lips wobble a little and he clamps his jaw tightly to stop it. He concentrates on each one of his muscles, willing them to relax one by one. It works, the pain eases and finally ebbs away.

The moment it does, Derek’s hand at his hip squeezes almost too tightly and he starts pushing again. Slowly, then retreats almost all the way out before pushing back in and this time he doesn’t stop. Derek pushes and pushes until Stiles can feel his balls and pubes at his ass.

An involuntary guttural noise is punched out of him when Derek is finally seated fully inside of him. It stings and burns a little but less than before but it’s still a lot and it’s almost like he can feel Derek’s cock in his fucking throat.

He lifts his forehead off the wall about an inch just to tap it right back on it and glides a little, still sweating.

Derek’s hand at his hip shifts and then he starts pulling out and it’s like he’s pulling Stiles’ fucking insides out with him as he goes. His jaw goes slack and his face scrunches up but he stays quiet.

Derek pushes back in, in one go and this time there’s definite intent behind that push, making it an actual thrust and Stiles lets out a small hiccup.

His other hip is grabbed tightly and Derek does it again, pulls almost all the way out and thrusts back in and just keeps on going.

Stiles’ hands scrambles a little on the wall and he tries to stay still but he can’t help squirming a bit. Derek isn’t going fast or slow, it’s steady and feels almost mechanical.

He tries hard to stay still, locking his entire body up but he can’t stop making those stupid little hiccups and to top it all off, there’s tears forming at the corner of his eyes again.

“-ourself”

Stiles jumps at Derek’s voice. Too distracted to catch what he said.

“W-what?” His voice is high and confused.

“Touch yourself.”

Two quick words, breathy.

Oh. He didn’t even think to… He quickly gathers some spit on the fingers of one hand and grabs his cock. He’s barely half hard so he immediately starts jerking himself the way he usually likes.

He closes his eyes and pushes his forehead more firmly against the wall. Come on, come on, come on. Fuck. Derek is still moving inside of him and it keeps distracting him. It’s not working. Fuck. He’s not gonna be able to come. Or even get fully hard. Oh god.

He lets out a whimper and Derek’s movements stutter almost to a stop but then Derek’s grip at his hips readjusts and tightens and it’s the only warning Stiles gets before getting pulled back.

Derek takes one, then another step backwards, Stiles having no other choice but to follow, scrambling a little and planting his hands more firmly against the wall.

Then Derek pulls on his hips a bit more, angling them up and almost making him go to his tip toes. It inevitably makes his back arch and Stiles squirms, swallowing convulsively. He feels his face flush with embarrassment and he blows out a loud breath through his mouth.

Derek starts moving again almost tentatively, giving a few shallow thrusts as if he’s looking for something and he eventually finds it because on one of those little searching thrusts, he hits Stiles’ prostate dead on, making Stiles gasp loudly and jerk almost violently.

His next thrust is hard, he slams into Stiles, hitting his prostate and Stiles moans helplessly, his cock twitching.

Derek starts a fast hard pace that steals Stiles’ entire breath away. His cock starts to fill up without him even touching it and it feels weird but pleasure keeps shooting up his spine and down to his cock and he can’t think, he can’t do anything.

His orgasm starts building dizzyingly quickly and it’s like Stiles isn’t even in control of his own body anymore. His breathing gets more and more erratic as he gets closer and closer and his eyes go wider and wider and he can’t, fuck, he can’t.

“Derek, Derek, Derek wait, I’m gonna, you’re gonna!” Stiles frantically says and that’s it.

Stiles comes and it feels like it’s being wrenched out of him, leaving him empty and stunned.

He’s barely done coming when Derek abruptly stops thrusting and pulls out, startling him and making him whine.

One hand leaves his hips and fists into his hoodie and t-shirt and lifts them both up his back almost harshly, up to his armpits and the fist stays there, in between his shoulder blades, keeping him in place against the wall.

Derek’s other hand leaves his other hip too and then there’s the distinct sound of Derek jerking off. Hard and fast and Stiles tries to turn to look at him, to see what he’s going to do but he can’t really move.

Suddenly Derek grunts and hot come shoots him on the ass and up his back making him flinch hard. Rope after rope of come hits his skin until finally Derek stops coming, breathing harsh and quick.

There’s a brief moment of stillness. Stiles’ mouth and eyes wide, stunned against the wall. Derek breathing hard, his hand still fisted in Stiles’ clothes at his back.

The moment breaks. Derek lets him go and walks away abruptly. Stiles can barely feel his legs and he crumples down to the dusty dirty train floor, half gliding down the wall.

He blinks slowly, once, twice then frowns slightly. His lips move like he’s about to say something but nothing comes out. He looks around a little helplessly before starting to pull at his pants and underwear with shaky hands.

His underwear sticks to Derek’s come at his ass and he has to bite back a whimper. He clamps his jaw shut when he adjusts his t-shirt and hoodie back into place, his t-shirt sticking to his skin.

His eyes find that rusty screw again in the floor. Looks at it and doesn’t look away.

“You should go.”

Derek. Stiles had almost forgotten he was here too.

Stiles nods and swallows thickly. His throat is so dry. He gets himself up onto his feet painstakingly, helping himself with a hand to the wall.

He watches Derek from the corner of his eyes. His cock is back in his jeans but his belt is still undone. His face is still unreadable. Stiles looks away, lips shaking.

“Goodnight, Derek.” Stiles whispers, before getting out of the train car.

The walk back to his car is done in a daze and shivering in the cool air. He drops his keys twice trying to turn on the jeep.

He doesn’t remember driving home but somehow he gets there. He toes off his shoes at the door and makes a beeline to the laundry room in the basement. He pulls off his clothes, all of them and sticks them in the washing machine with double the amount of soap he usually uses and starts the load.

Stark naked, he goes back upstairs and then up to the bathroom. He turns on the shower as hot as he can stand it, grabs a clean washcloth and gets in.

He just stands there under the spray for a while until he notices the bar of scentless soap in the soap dish. A ball forms at the back of his throat. He tries to swallow it down but can’t.

Unbidden, Derek’s empty unreadable face enters his mind and tears well up. Then he replays the way Derek pushed his hand away when he had touched him softly and his stunned daze breaks.

A wracking sob escapes him and then another one and then he can’t stop sobbing. He sobs as he wets his washcloth and grabs his usual shower gel. He sobs as rubs at his back and ass until his skin is raw.

He cries himself out in the shower but he feels raw and flayed open for the rest of his nighttime routine.

He slides into bed persuaded he can still smell Derek’s come on his skin. He can’t stop replaying the whole thing over and over in his mind. Tries to figure out where he went wrong.

Derek obviously didn’t like it but he still came. On him. Like he was just… Like he had something to prove or something. It doesn’t make any sense. Well Stiles did come too and he isn’t sure if he liked it either so maybe it was the same? But why did Derek even do it if he knew he would hate it and take it out on him. It wasn’t fair.

Or… Oh God, no. Did Derek think Stiles just used him for his body? On top of making him do something he so obviously didn’t want to do? Oh god, if so then he deserved the way Derek looked at him and the way he pushed him away. He deserved the way he had… But why did he still go through with it…

Derek’s words resonate in his mind then, making him start shaking; It’s fine, Stiles… I’m the Alpha so…

His mind is an absolute mess, like everything has been turned upside down, he can’t make sense of anything.

He curls into a fetal position and cries as quietly as he can because his dad will come home from work soon.

~*~

Stiles sleeps through his alarm the next morning. Decides to just stay home from school. One day won’t ruin his grades or college prospects.

He hadn’t been able to sleep for hours and when he finally did he kept waking up from vague nightmares featuring Derek’s empty face.

He stays in bed for a while after waking up. Ignores his phone that buzzes quite a few times.

But eventually he has to get up when his stomach starts digesting itself. He finally checks his phone as he eats a bowl of cereal in bed. The betas all texted asking why he isn’t at school and if he’s alright. Scott asking again for the math homework answers with a “please” this time. His dad saying he got a call from school and asking if everything’s okay.

He answers everyone, tells the truth. Slept through his alarm, decided to stay home. His dad says not to make it a habit but says he’s glad he’s okay. The betas all say variants of “luckyyyy” making him crack a smile. He even answers Scott, telling him to do his own math homework for once.

After eating, he lies down again and catches up on sleep. He wakes up to a text from Derek in the pack group chat.

“pack meeting after school. Hale house.”

Stiles reads the text a few times, tries not to overthink about the timing. He chews on his thumb debating if he should go or not. Of course he should, why is he even hesitating. He likes Derek’s text, letting him know he’ll be there then tosses his phone aside to get ready.

~*~

Everyone’s already there when he drives up to the Hale house. Derek has them running some of what Stiles calls wolfie drills but the betas still take a moment to greet him. Boyd nods at him, Erica shouts a “HEY SEXY!” and Isaac sends him a wave.

Stiles smiles and greets them back with his usual enthusiasm. What’s different though is the way he can’t bring himself to look at Derek. He manages to send a casual “hey, Derek” his way but his eyes stay on the betas.

He goes to sit on the porch among the betas’ backpacks like he usually does but does so delicately because there’s a reason why he spent the day in bed rather than sitting at his desk.

He buries his hands in the pockets of his hoodie (not the purple one) and watches the betas follow Derek’s, often wordless, instructions, running around and evading attacks and such.

As usual, the betas shed some clothes as they get pumped up and too warm. Boyd and Isaac go shirtless while Erica is in a sports bra and ties her hair way up.

Derek approaches the porch and Stiles busies himself with his phone but he watches from the corner of his eyes as Derek pulls off his t-shirt and throws it on the porch not too far from where he’s sitting before going back to the betas.

Stiles lowers his phone and watches Derek’s tattooed back flex as he moves. As usual it stirs something in his loins but instead of embracing it like he usually does, he sighs a little in frustration before looking back down at his phone.

His eyes stings and Stiles sighs again. He’s getting fucking upset. AGAIN. He knew he shouldn’t have come but the betas would ask questions and Stiles has no desire to discuss what happened. It’s already so fucking embarrassing no need to add to it by involving the betas.

Also, he doesn’t think Derek would appreciate Stiles going around spilling his business like that just like he himself wouldn’t.

He lifts a foot onto the porch and leans on his leg as he continues doing sudoku on his phone. Waiting for the betas to be done. Maybe they could go for pizza after? Stiles would really be down with that.

He hears Derek send the betas on a run around the preserve, a mock patrol and Stiles tenses up slightly. It means the betas will be gone for at least 20 minutes. Most of them out of earshot.

He stays fixed on his phone as he hears Derek make his way to the porch and stop a few feet in front of him.

Derek clears his throat and Stiles gulps awkwardly but stays on his phone. He hears Derek sigh a little and that should not sting but it does. Stiles grinds his teeth to keep his chin from starting to wobble.

“Boyd brought your homework and took some notes for you in chemistry. Make sure to thank him.” Derek says.

Stiles can’t help lifting his face from his phone at that.

“He did? Of course I'll thank him then.” Stiles says gratefully, smile forming.

Derek’s eyes drop to his lips for the briefest of moments and it reminds Stiles he isn’t supposed to be looking at Derek right now so he darts his eyes away quickly, looking at the trees beyond the clearing before dropping them back to his phone in his hand.

Stiles clears his own throat a little and tries to get back into his sudoku but he keeps feeling Derek’s eyes on him.

“Um. I was thinking. I’m feeling pizza for dinner tonight so um imma ask the betas along after the meeting and treat Boyd since he did me a solid.” Stiles babbles, unable to let the silence stretch too long between them especially when Derek is just standing there.

Derek just lets out a noncommittal hum to that.

It’s silent after, Derek moving off after grabbing his t-shirt and pulling it back on.

Then the betas come back, looking pleasantly drained and they’re all complaining loudly about starving. Stiles smiles and walks up to them proposing going out for pizza. Unanimous consensus is reached and they get ready to leave.

Boyd takes out Stiles’ homework and notes from his backpack and passes them to him and Stiles thanks him warmly.

As Stiles puts away the notes and homework, Derek approaches and pulls Boyd aside for a moment. Not uncommon but a bit annoying since everyone is starving and ready to leave.

Stiles and the other two betas walk to the jeep to wait for him and Boyd jogs to catch up with them just a few moments later.

They manage to get a booth at the pizza place on main street. Erica sits with Boyd and Stiles sits with Isaac who insists on sitting outward because of his long legs. Stiles thinks it’s just a pretense to have him boxed in with nowhere to go so he can tease him or stare at him. Stiles doesn’t mind it either way but still.

They order an insane amount of food like they always do. The betas always eat like they have no bottom and Stiles has a big appetite in general so they all eat with gusto and probably drink a small Canadian lake in soda. They recap the pack meeting a little, the betas talking about the mock patrol and how Erica saw a fat squirrel.

Isaac speaks with his mouth full and fixes Stiles with a narrowed stare.

“By the way, what’s with you and Derek today?”

Stiles freezes in the middle of going for a bite of his meat lover pizza and gives a very casual shrug and scoffs as if to say “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

It’s the wrong move because now the three betas are chewing slowly and fixing him with calculating stares. The one that makes them look like angry little puppies.

“Yeah now that i think about it you didn’t even look at him once today.” Erica says slowly.

“Or barely talked to him. You usually talk his ear off the entire meeting.” Boyd comments very unhelpfully. Stiles starts to rethink his plan to treat him.

Isaac adds to this by simply lifting his eyebrows at Stiles as if to say “Well?”

See? This is what Stiles means when he says Isaac likes to have him boxed in.

He lets out a long sigh and tries to keep his hands from shaking as he wipes them on a napkin and thinks very fast.

“I don’t know, he gave me shit about not going to school today, so. Didn’t want to make things worse I guess.” It’s clumsy, very much so and he knows it pings as a lie to them.

They watch him more closely, tilting their heads a little and Stiles sighs again. It’s hard to have privacy or keep secrets with werewolves but Stiles would rather be found dead in a ditch than telling them the real reason why he can’t look at the Alpha in the eyes or can’t bring himself to start a conversation with him.

To their credit, the betas drop the subject but not before giving Stiles more calculating looks.

They continue eating and talk about more trivial things, like global warming and the nightmare that is the American duopoly.

When the waitress comes back to get their empty dishes, she asks if they want anything else and Boyd says no thank you, just the check. They usually pool their money together to pay for the bill and Stiles hides his little smirk of excitement at the idea of forcing Boyd to put his money away.

The waitress comes back with the check and leaves them again to figure it out. Stiles sees Boyd pull out his wallet and he bursts out “PUT THAT THING AWAY VERNON BOYD! IT’S MY TREAT! THANK YOU FOR BRINGING MY HOMEWORK AND TAKING NOTES FOR ME TODAY!”

Boyd blinks at him and says: “Thanks but Derek gave me his card and said it was on him tonight.”

Stiles’ face falls and he’s honest to god speechless for a few seconds as he goes over the very stilted conversation he had with Derek earlier and how he had pulled Boyd aside just before they left and he proceeds to blush beet red down his neck and up to his hairline.

He sputters a little but manages to get out a small “Oh.”

The betas all lift an eyebrow at him with little chuckles. Just Stiles being Stiles they probably guessed.

But Stiles is almost unnaturally subdued after that. He watches Boyd pay for their meal with Derek’s card and frowns slightly. His cheeks are still so warm and he’s glad they’re about to leave because he really needs some fresh air.

He rolls down his window all the way when they pile into the jeep, appreciating the cool evening air on his flushed skin. As he drives the betas to Boyd’s grandma’s house, he thinks about the implications of Derek paying for their meal despite knowing Stiles’ plans and considering what happened the previous night.

He’s most likely overthinking things but he can’t shake the feeling that Derek meant something by it. He can’t figure out what exactly. Was he trying to be nice? If so, to whom? The pack or Stiles specifically? Or was he showing regret and if so, for what? For which part? All of it?

Stiles lets out a short subtle sigh and taps his finger on the wheel quickly as he waits for the light to turn green. The betas are yawning and chatting intermittently.

He pulls up to the house and says his goodbyes, they try to entice him to come along and have some of Boyd’s grandma’s cookies and play card games but Stiles declines and lies that he’s tired.

Erica rolls her eyes but gives him a hug from the backseat and Isaac nuzzles his hairline for a second before getting out. Boyd stays a moment longer. Takes out his wallet and hands him Derek’s card.

“Would you mind dropping it off on your way home?” Boyd asks, watching Stiles closely.

Stiles avoids his gaze but takes the card with a “sure, no problem.” He fidgets with it a little and sneaks up a look at Boyd who’s still watching him closely.

“See you tomorrow, Stiles.” He says finally and gets out of the jeep.

“Yeah, see you.” Stiles replies, distracted as he looks down at the card.

He waits until the betas are all inside the house before pulling out his phone and sending Derek a text.

“I have your card. Imma drop it off.”

Derek replies almost instantly.

“Come to the loft.”

Stiles’ heart gives a little jolt of panic but he replies, “okay omw”

As he drives over to the loft, he tries and fails to not let his nerves get the better of him. But by the time he’s turning into the parking lot he’s practically on the verge of a panic attack.

He slaps himself a little and tries to fucking see reason. It’s just Derek, everything is fine. He’ll drop off the card and go. He doesn’t have to make it a thing. Not everything has to be a fucking thing.

Annoyed with himself and his dumb feelings, he gets out of the jeep and slams the door closed a bit too hard and walks as resolutely as he can to the building and up the stairs but he’s all out of bravado when he approaches the opened sliding door.

He slows down to a stop just before getting in the doorway, looks at his shoes and takes a deep breath. He pulls out Derek’s card and crosses the doorway.

His eyes find Derek standing close by, like he’s been waiting for him. Stiles lowers his eyes to Derek’s feet and goes to him. He hands him the card and Derek takes it and pockets it without a word. Stiles can feel his gaze on him.

Stiles shuffles on his feet, looks around a little, debating if he should say something or not. The silence is oppressive and he really can’t take it.

“Thanks for tonight. The pizza. You didn’t have to do that.” Stiles says, awkwardly.

More silence then a deep inhale and a long exhale.

“Yes I did.” Derek says, very quietly.

Stiles looks up at him almost sharply, frowning. What does he mean by that? Stiles waits for Derek to continue, to explain but he doesn’t. His face isn’t impassive or unreadable though, he looks like he’s having a very bad time. His brows are knotted together, his mouth is turned down unhappily. It’s obvious there’s something on his mind that’s bothering him but he stays silent.

Bitter disappointment tightens Stiles’ throat and his eyes stings and that’s his cue. He sighs, whispers a stilted goodnight and turns to leave. He walks almost all the way to the door but with each step he takes, everything he’s been keeping down since the night before is pushing a little more to come out, it has to come out, it just has to.

He stops and plays with the skin of his thumb nervously before turning again and fixing his eyes in the middle of Derek’s chest.

“Look… I’m sorry, okay. I should have asked someone else. I shouldn’t have let you… I’m sorry I made you do something you clearly didn’t want to do but felt obligated to do. And I’m sorry if I was- if I was so bad at it. So can we just pretend like it never happened? And move on because I can’t do this. I can’t go on not being able to talk to you or look at you if I’m to be in this pack and have you as my Alpha.” Stiles says, his words heavy with rising emotion and by the end there’s tears in his eyes and his hands are shaking.

There’s also a painful pressure at his chest that just won’t budge.

“Jesus Christ, Stiles.” Derek says vehemently.

Stiles looks up at him and gulps with difficulty. Derek looks anguished. His jaw works and his eyes roam Stiles’ face avidly. The scrutiny is too much and Stiles looks down and away again.

“You shouldn’t be the one to apologize. You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m the one who should apologize.” Derek says and the words come out with difficulty, like saying them is painful.

And for some reason, it ticks Stiles off and more buried feelings bubble to the surface.

“For what? Hm? For which part, Derek? For the way you looked at me? Like I was nothing? A stranger? Or for the way you… you pushed my hand away like you couldn’t even bear the thought of me touching you? Or… Or for the way you fucking came on me. Like I was some fucking rag or something, like you had something to prove. Or needed something to show for it.”

Stiles stops talking, lips shaking, stray tears rolling down his cheeks. His chest is so painful and he rubs at it but it doesn’t do anything.

He lets out a whimper and almost stomps his foot in annoyance. He really doesn’t want to be upset, not about this, not again, but he is and he can’t pretend he isn’t.

“Stiles, God, It’s not like that. I’m so sorry. I just.” Derek sounds distraught. Very much so.

Stiles looks up at him and Derek’s eyes are glassy and his body is tense, so tense. His face is troubled and his jaw keeps twitching.

“I’m not good at this.” Derek says in a constrained voice.

Stiles blinks a few more tears and scoffs.

“At what? Talking? Communicating your emotions, your inner thoughts? I know, Derek, believe me I know. I just… I just think I kind of deserve a bit of an explanation… that’s all.” Stiles says and feels ashamed for even saying it out loud which makes more tears fall.

Derek lets out a painful noise and rubs a hand over his face.

“You’re right and I want to try. I just. I’m not good at this but if you can just wait me out. I’ll try.” Derek says quietly each word painful.

A flicker of something makes itself known in Stiles’ chest, easing the painful pressure just a tiny little bit and he gives Derek a small hesitant nod.

Derek looks down and lets out a long breath, his body relaxing some. It looks a lot like relief.

He looks up at Stiles before speaking again.

“I’m your Alpha. You’re my responsibility. Of course I’d do this for you. To keep you safe. But. I couldn’t. I couldn’t risk taking any chances. Not with you. I had to make sure I wouldn’t be able to take advantage of the situation. More than I already was, that is.” Derek says, haltingly.

Stiles frowns, watches Derek closely and tries to make sense of what he’s trying to say but it’s obvious he’s not done so as Stiles accepted to do, he waits him out.

“So I thought it would be better to just. Get it over with. Keep it quick and clinical. Impersonal. Even though… Even though it was your first time. And deserved so much better. Something softer, more loving. And you were so willing… but I couldn’t. Stiles, I’m sorry. It’s killing me. I wanted you so much and it’s killing me. But it’s not right and I couldn’t risk you, not like that. So.” Derek finishes and he looks drained.

His eyes are still glassy and he looks in pain. In so much pain.

Stiles’ wipes his face and his eyes, chasing away his tears. The flickering something in his chest is more of a gentle flame now.

“Do you still want me?” Stiles whispers.

Derek lets out a wet noise that sounds a little bit like a choked little laugh and the corner of Stiles’ lips lifts slightly.

Derek’s eyes fix on his and he gives the tiniest of nods. Stiles swallows thickly and starts crossing the distance to him. He stops a hair away from invading his personal space and watches Derek’s face closely.

It’s so open. So raw. Stiles has never seen him so expressive. Derek is looking at him with so much raw longing, it’s taking his breath away a little, heart hammering against his ribs.

Stiles is scared. So scared. Because this is it. Despite the obvious longing, Derek could still reject him and if he rejects him this time around, he doesn’t think he’ll survive it.

Gently, oh so gently, Stiles reaches out to Derek’s hand with his fingers. Touches him softly, featherlight. Derek takes a sharp inhale and Stiles steels himself but Derek gently takes Stiles’ fingers in his and rubs them with his thumb. Stiles can feel the way Derek’s fingers are shaking around his own.

He takes a small step closer, getting fully into Derek’s space and licks his lips before leaning in slowly. He’s stopped gently and his heart drops drastically but Derek brings up the hand that stopped him to hold him by the jaw.

Derek tilts his head a little to one side, just watching him, eyes intense and still full of longing but darkening. Lust slowly making itself known.

Stiles parts his lips and lets out a soft pant. Derek presses his thumb to his bottom lip and Stiles swipes his tongue over it and tries to take it into his mouth but Derek pulls it out of the way, a teasing glint in his eyes.

Stiles lets out a small noise, needy and Derek visibly swallows, Adam’s apple bobbing.

“Please.” Stiles breathes.

Derek’s eyes flashes red, there and gone then Stiles is pulled in, Derek meeting him halfway and finally they’re kissing.

His jaw and hand are let go as Derek starts pawing at him intently. His touch heavy and warm through his clothing and Stiles moans helplessly into the kiss, parting his lips and letting Derek in.

He pushes even closer, hugs Derek’s neck tightly, chasing his kisses and his tongue hungrily as Derek’s hands roam his sides, down his back, fondles his ass and Stiles moans again. He grinds his hips into Derek’s crotch almost mindlessly, searching and craving.

The kiss is broken by Derek who pulls off to start trailing kisses all over his cheek until he’s at his ear.

“Would you let me try again? Please?” He asks softly, so quiet, barely audible.

Stiles clings to him harder, rubs his cheek to Derek’s, nodding over and over. The need to get closer to him, so much closer, is almost painful under his skin.

“Yes, God yes!” He says, his words sounding wrecked and he kisses Derek again, full of desperation.

He grinds his hips harder against Derek, whining into his mouth. He clumsily brings one leg up around Derek’s waist and tries to jump to get the other one up too but can’t manage it and he’s about to literally start crying about it when Derek takes pity on him.

The hands at his ass move down a little and grips him firmly before lifting him like he weighs nothing. Stiles lets out a happy little sound and hugs Derek’s waist tightly with his legs and kisses him even harder.

Derek secures his hold on him for a second before starting to walk. The kiss doesn’t even break when he’s deposited gently onto the bed, because Derek follows him down.

Stiles fights with his shoes to toe them off and he hears them bang around which makes Derek huff with the laughter into the kiss, making Stiles smile.

Derek leaves his mouth to trail kisses to his cheek again, moving down to his throat, rubbing his stubbled cheek there and Stiles bares his neck instinctively, giving him better access and moaning as Derek starts sucking hard on the sensitive skin of his pulse point.

He starts fighting with his clothes to get them off, manages to get his hoodie off and is pushing at his pants but gets stuck. He pushes at Derek’s shoulders and Derek lifts himself out of his neck, straddling him, looking wild. His hair is mussed, his eyes half lidded with a red tinge to them. Stiles looks up at him slightly mesmerized for a moment before starting to pull at his clothes again.

He manages to pull off his shirt quickly and Derek does the same before moving off the bed entirely, getting himself naked and Stiles pushes at his pants and underwear but isn’t fast enough, Derek helps him by pulling on them almost harshly, throwing them aside before diving on top of him again.

Stiles spreads his thighs wide to accommodate him and pulls him closer by enveloping his legs around his waist again. Derek rubs his entire face at his neck, leaving it raw and sensitive to his kisses and licks before moving his ministrations down his chest, finding his nipples and fixating there, making Stiles jerk and moan sharply, pleasure jolting up his spine and down to his already hard and aching cock.

Derek rubs his hands up and down sides almost like he’s trying to soothe him but all it does is make Stiles’ body shake harder.

Eventually, Derek lets go of his chest, lifting his head up and giving him a small smirk that makes goosebumps bloom all over Stiles’ skin. He taps at his side and starts to push him a little until Stiles gets it and disentangles himself to roll onto his belly.

Derek grabs his hips and moves him up the bed some more and Stiles can’t help sending him nervous little looks over his shoulder, his stomach knotting itself, his body remembering but Derek nuzzles his hair affectionately then his shoulder as well before kissing his way down his back gently and Stiles relaxes down into the bed, pillowing his head onto his shaky arms.

He can’t stop shaking, his entire body trembling like he’s cold or something but he’s not but he can’t stop. His breathing is harsh and quick and he lets out a small broken noise when he feels Derek kiss the dips at the small of his back. He’s so overwhelmed and he can’t help feeling like this is his first time, his real first time. This is what it was supposed to feel like. So right and overwhelming in the best way.

His ass is palmed and fondled a little and it makes him moan softly. Then Derek is nuzzling the skin there, pushing warm puffing breaths onto his delicate skin, almost tickling him and Stiles shivers in anticipation. Is Derek about to…

Derek parting him embarrassingly wide is his only warning before having Derek’s tongue at his hole. Stiles’ body jerks and he lets out an involuntary grunt. He lifts himself onto his elbows to try and look back over his shoulder at Derek but then Derek is flattening his tongue and starts licking at his hole insistently and Stiles falls back hard to the bed, cursing loudly and fisting his hands into the bedding.

Each movement of Derek’s tongue is sending little jolts of pleasure through his body and very quickly he’s rendered mindless, moaning brokenly, humping his weeping cock on the bedding and moving back against Derek’s face.

Derek who eats him out like he’s starving for it, he’s vocal, keeps moaning and growling, trying to bury his tongue deeper and deeper while pulling Stiles back harshly whenever he wiggles away too much.

“Fuuuck Derek I'm gonna… you’re gonna make me come…” Stiles says haltingly and half muffled, face first into the bedding.

Derek hums loudly, pleased and a second later there’s something pushing alongside his tongue and Stiles realizes a bit too late that it’s a finger because it’s already sliding into him with no resistance whatsoever and he lets out a long moan, tears forming in his eyes and he’s flirting with the edge, he’s so fucking close.

Derek fucks him with his finger and his tongue once, twice and a final third time and Stiles is coming, wailing into the bedding, his whole body going taut, locked tight and shaking so hard it’s like he’s convulsing.

He’s never ever come this hard in his life, he distantly wonders if he ever will again.

Derek takes his finger and tongue out only when he stops wailing and starts letting out short whines. When they’re out of him, Stiles goes limp, whole body feeling like goo and tries to catch his breath. He wiggles a little, trying to avoid his own wet spot but gives up, feeling too weak to move too much.

Derek alternates between lavishing soft kisses to his ass and rubbing his stubble on it as he runs one large hand over the expense of his back over and over, soothingly. It’s so nice, Stiles shuts his eyes and huffs out a little breath of disbelieving laughter.

Slowly, Derek crawls his way up his body again, trailing nuzzles and kisses on his way, a soft rumbly noise coming from his chest, until he’s at his shoulder and nips him gently there, making Stiles giggle dopily. He opens his eyes and Derek’s face is right there, inches away, body half on top of his.

Derek looks the way he feels; blissed out, pleased and a little awed. Stiles must look like a mess, he’s sweaty and sticky and his face is so warm he’s probably red and blotchy down to his neck but it doesn’t really matter right now.

They watch each other for a long moment, until Stiles can’t take it anymore and mouths the words “kiss me” with a smile forming and Derek runs a slow hand through his hair, a fond look in his eyes and leans in.

They share a deep languid kiss, Stiles moaning into it and wiggling himself closer. Derek manhandles them both until they’re entangled onto their sides and able to kiss more comfortably.

They kiss for a long time, slow and lazy, open mouthed and tongue heavy. Derek seems unable to stop touching his face, he keeps brushing his knuckles the length of his face or holding his chin as he deepens the kiss or holds his entire face with both hands so delicately it’s like he’s scared Stiles will break if held in any other manner.

Stiles isn’t much better, he keeps burying his hands into Derek’s hair, playing with it, enjoying the softness, he keeps caressing his face, his neck, his broad shoulders over and over. He can’t get enough of him, he hopes Derek feels the same.

Derek’s hard cock brushing his hip slowly but surely becomes harder to ignore and Stiles starts making small abortive movements to rub himself against it as they kiss. His own cock has already started filling up again and he’s almost fully hard.

Their kisses turn more hungry, Derek’s hands moving lower and finding his ass again and Stiles hikes a leg up high around Derek’s waist, giving him better access and a pleased rumble from the Alpha is his reward and Stiles smiles into the kiss.

Thick fingers find his hole and rubs it almost absentmindedly for a moment before Derek tries to break the kiss but Stiles whines unhappily and chases his lips, pecking them over and over and pulling Derek by the hair to keep him in place but Derek chuckles and gives him one last smacking kiss to his lips before stretching himself away to reach his nightstand and rummaging in it for only a few seconds but feeling like an eternity to Stiles.

Finally, he’s back and he’s holding a bottle of lube. Stiles immediately leans in to kiss him again and Derek lets him. He registers the wet sounds of Derek lubing his fingers and he moans into the kiss, grinding against Derek a little.

A moment later, Derek’s fingers are back at his hole, rubbing slowly but insistently, spreading the lube there. Stiles moans again and wiggles a little, tries to get Derek’s fingers inside of him himself.

Derek smirks against his lips and pushes two fingers in slowly, not stopping until they’re as deep as they can go in this position. Stiles’ jaw goes slack and he clumsily licks into Derek’s mouth, moaning low in his throat and pushing back against Derek’s fingers to get more of them in.

Derek’s free hand grabs his thigh and pulls it even higher and tighter around him, spreading Stiles obscenely but all it does is make him moan louder into Derek’s mouth.

Derek starts thrusting his fingers in and out of him slow and gentle and Stiles moves with him, fucking himself on his fingers, mind going almost numb with pleasure.

When it’s obvious Stiles can take it, Derek adds another finger and Stiles feels the sting of it for just a moment but Derek lets him adjust before starting to move them in and out of him again, making Stiles whine with need.

It’s so good, but it’s not enough, not nearly enough, he needs Derek to just do it already. He’s good and ready, fuck he feels so pliant and loose, he could probably just slide right on it no problem.

He breaks the kiss and tries to tell Derek he’s ready, please Derek i’m good, please do it, please fuck me. His words are slurred together and don’t make much sense but Derek gets it anyway.

He pulls out his fingers and gently pushes Stiles onto his back and slides in-between his spread thighs. He grips the back of them and pushes them up until he’s almost folded in half and so exposed he lets out a shaky little curse, looking up at Derek with wide wet eyes.

Derek leans down to kiss him on the nose and rub their noses together a moment before lubing himself up generously, the sound of it making Stiles’ chest flutter in anticipation.

He lines himself up, rubs the head of his cock up and down his hole a few times making Stiles grind his teeth but then he gives Stiles one last questioning glance and Stiles nods frantically, yes, please yes and Derek starts pushing.

The head slides in, making them both gasp and Derek lowers himself onto him gently, hooking his arms at the back of Stiles’ spread knees and Stiles pulls him in quickly, hands shaking.

Derek buries his face into his neck, nuzzling almost aggressively while Stiles’ wide eyes fix the high ceiling, lips parting on breathy moans as Derek gives him little thrusts. With each of them he gets more of himself in.

It doesn’t hurt, not for a moment and Stiles’ hands kind of scrambles over Derek’s back and shoulders, trying to cling to him harder, pleasure already almost overwhelming.

He can’t help but compare this moment to the night before. How different it feels, how different he’s feeling. How different Derek is. He’s all Stiles’ body can register. All he sees, all he can smell, all he can taste, all he can hear. He’s everywhere, he’s everything.

“God, Derek just… please fuck me. Do it, fucking do it.” Stiles begs, voice tight, one hand going to pet Derek’s hair over and over almost mechanically.

Derek lets out a short muffled growl into his neck, fangs brushing the skin there and snaps his hips, skin slapping against Stiles’ ass and then he’s balls deep.

He grinds his cock in, tries to get even deeper and Stiles lets out a loud guttural sound, hand fisting in Derek’s hair, while digging the nails of his other hand into the skin of Derek’s back, eyes and mouth wide open, not breathing.

He’s so deep, how can he get so deep, it’s like he can feel him in his throat again, what the fuck. It’s still not hurting either which is kind of surreal, he’s just feeling the burn of the stretch a little bit.

Derek stops grinding and nuzzles his cheek, scents him, blowing his breath onto his skin, and snuffling. It’s like he’s chasing something in his scent. Stiles loosens his fist in his hair and starts petting him again, taking deep breaths.

He’s about to beg Derek to start moving again when Derek starts pulling out. He pulls almost all the way out before slamming back in, hard, Stiles’ body rocking with it and letting out a grunt.

Derek does it again and sets a hard and deep rhythm that leaves Stiles breathless and moaning brokenly in Derek’s ear, white hot pleasure shooting through him on each hard thrust.

His hands scrambles a bit again, one going down Derek’s back, to his ass, where he digs his nails in again hard while he hugs Derek’s neck tightly with his other arm. His hips start moving on time with Derek’s thrusts of their own accord, chasing even more pleasure.

When he’s finally able to catch his breath again, he starts babbling. Almost unintelligible. Praises and encouragements but mostly nonsense. But Derek makes small answering noises in his neck, like he’s listening, like he understands, like he wants Stiles to say more.

Then he’s adjusting his position a little, Stiles’ legs spreading some more on his arms as he shifts on top of him, getting better leverage and he starts fucking into Stiles even harder and faster, a rumbly sound starting in his throat.

Stiles loses his breath again and can’t really say a thing anymore. He pants hard and lets out hiccupy little sounds of pleasure. He pulls on Derek’s hair again, almost painfully, desperately trying to pull his face out of his neck.

Derek gets the message, lifts his face out of his neck and immediately knows what Stiles wants, what he needs. He catches Stiles’ lips in a searing kiss and Stiles moans into it.

It gets too hard to breathe though and Stiles has to pull away again to pant into Derek’s mouth instead. Derek’s eyes are glowing red and fixate on his flushed face.

He tries to keep Derek’s eye contact but he’s getting close, so close, pleasure building quickly as Derek’s thrusts remain unrelentingly hard and fast.

“I’m gonna- Derek! I-“ Stiles tries to say but can’t manage it.

Derek’s rumbly sound gets louder and he presses his forehead to Stiles’ before slamming into him even harder, deeper, shaking Stiles to his core.

The sounds of their fucking gets obscenely loud, it’s wet and it makes the sound of their skin slapping together resonate around them.

It only serves to enhance Stiles’ pleasure and he comes hard. Untouched. His body tightening up and trembling, hands gripping Derek harshly, moaning brokenly, tears stinging his eyes. He thinks he can feel some of his come hit his chin.

Distantly, he realizes he was able to come even harder than just earlier which is insane.

He’s still coming when Derek’s sudden low rumbly voice startles him a little and he opens his eyes to fix Derek’s glowing red ones.

“Stiles. Can I come inside you, huh? Please?” His thrusts are getting erratic and almost brutal and Stiles can only nod his head frantically.

Of course he can, Stiles wants him to. He could come on him this time as well if he wanted, Stiles wouldn’t mind it this time around.

With Stiles’ permission, Derek comes inside of him and Stiles feels it, warmth filling him up and making him gasp. Derek’s thrusts slow down, his body twitching violently on top of him.

Stiles runs his shaky fingers over his stubble over and over, watching Derek’s scrunched up face soften to a blissed out expression. Without opening his eyes, Derek leans down and Stiles smiles as they kiss gently.

Without breaking the kiss, or pulling out, Derek lets go of his legs slowly and molds himself to Stiles’ body entirely, which makes Stiles let out a contented sigh into the kiss.

He can’t stop running his hands over Derek’s skin and hair. He’s never felt so satiated or so light before. If Derek wasn’t on top of him he’d probably float away or something.

They continue lazily kissing as they both catch their breath but eventually Derek moves to start nuzzling at his face then his neck where he buries himself and stays.

Stiles doesn’t mind, he closes his eyes and he’s so comfortable he starts dozing. He’s so comfortable he says the words he has on his mind.

“I like you so much.” He whispers softly, a smile forming.

A kiss to his neck sends a little shiver of pleasure through his body and Derek smiles against his skin.

“I like you too. A lot.” Derek murmurs, words a little muffled into his neck.

Stiles’ smile grows, dopily and so very pleased.