3: Moondust – part 3

Pretty much everything about the guns was forgotten. It was a miracle Stiles had remembered about the one in the back of his jeans or that would have gotten uncomfortable fast. It was fine where it was, on the ground because if there would be others coming, Derek would hear them long before they had even reached the spot they were at. Hungrily he kissed Stiles, hand wrapped into the longer hair while he pressed against the slightly shorter body.

Stiles nearly bit Derek's tongue as he made a triumphant sound in his throat once he managed to open the car door. He literally turned out of the kiss and had to hold on to the open door not to fall flat on his face. Who had replaced his knees with jelly?? Oh right... the 'on the hunt' alpha right at his back...

Climbing onto the backseat was anything but graceful, but Stiles didn't care. He somehow managed to land on his butt in a half-lying position. It was a bit crammed, especially when he pulled Derek more or less on top of him for another passionate kiss. It was... mind-blowing already and so fucking beautiful, in Stiles' opinion. He couldn't stop his hands from frantically groping the other man's back, sides and ass and then he tugged on the edge of Derek's shirt to signal him to take it off.

The kiss was momentarily interrupted by their frantic fumbling to get inside of the car instead of against it, Stiles nearly hitting the ground and Derek nearly hitting his head when he was pulled on top of the lithe body. The Camaro wasn't the roomiest of cars for this kind of frantic making out, but it had leather seats and as long as they remained horizontal like this, it was fine. The door was open so they had room to stretch out with their legs while they made themselves comfortable in a very ungraceful wriggling and moving about. Their lack of being able to move was because they had forgotten how to even think beyond the need to touch and explore. Taking it easy was about as successful as target practice had been, and for once, he so didn't care.

"You are aware that... this is our first date, right?" Stiles panted already out of breath, flushed deep, heart skipping beats.

"No, I wasn't. I'll bring flowers next time." It wasn't much of a date but to be fair, Derek’s experience with actual dates was severely limited. Maybe the standard dates wouldn't work for them anyways and he should let go of that notion. If this was a date for Stiles, that was fine with him, as long as they got to spend time together.

With one hand he grabbed at the hem of his shirt to pull it off, letting it drop to the floor of the car, revealing bare skin, the muscles peppered with hairs because he had stopped waxing years ago. He was too hirsute to keep up with it, and it grew too fast.

"Or chocolates, I can bring chocolates." Derek continued, as he pushed Stiles' shirt up, revealing pale skin and muscles, along with a tempting trail of hair running down. A heated look was all the warning he gave the younger man before he nuzzled at the skin of his stomach with his lips. Their first time in the back of a car – it was about as classy as it could get.

"I can.... agree to the chocolate. Chocolate is good!" Stiles managed to pant out. He could feel the car getting hot even with the door open. Or maybe it was just him from all that Derek was. He filled all his senses and was all over him as if his life depended on it and Stiles just loved that. He loved the desperation, the hunger, that burning need in each kiss and touch. But he also knew that no matter how turned on Derek would get, he would still control his wolfiness not to accidentally hurt Stiles. After all, he was a born wolf. One of the strongest of his kind.

His next brilliant comment never left his lips because they rather chose to open on a guttural moan, his abs flexing from the hot lips and the stubble on them. For a few moments he couldn't do anything but let that shock-like feeling raise goose bumps all over his body and that seemingly small gesture on his stomach definitely helped him grow fully hard in his jeans.

But miraculously, he soon remembered what he should do instead of just staring down at what Derek was doing. So he somehow managed to wriggle out of his own shirt too to reveal more moles that dotted his body everywhere... and a tattoo right over his heart. It was a magic circle with runes and symbols in it. A protective seal against possession. Not many knew about it, or the Celtic knot Tree of Life right where Derek had his Triskele between his shoulder-blades. Both served a purpose.

In that moment though, Stiles was busier with digging his fingers into Derek's hair, letting him scent and mark him with his own. Yes, the rough stubble felt just as good against his quickly coloring skin as he imagined.

"Derek..." he whispered overwhelmed and nearly desperate. A lot like in the kitchen before Derek had leaped on him for those kisses. Also the way he said it felt like magic too, releasing something Stiles couldn't put a finger on. His bet would be some suppressed feelings, but instead of dwelling on that, he caressed Derek's nape in an urging manner. "Please!"

The tattoo adorning that pale skin was a surprise because Derek remembered how Scott had told him gleefully about the time Stiles had passed out in a tattoo parlor while Scott had been getting his arm one. The human had a dislike for needles back then. Clearly that was in the past now because the proof was right there. Derek didn't know exactly what it meant, only recognizing the runes as part of magic and with its placement right above the heart, it was a significant one. What was most surprising though, was the fact that it looked fitting on him. It belonged there, added something extra. Tattoos were the only way for a werewolf to mark the skin. They wouldn't gather scars, the skin would always remain flawless so a tattoo could tell the story a scar wasn't able to. Yes he had never gotten more than the one, because it was a distinct mark with enough meaning to never add another.

There were scars on Stiles. None dramatic, thin white lines and dots he could spot, and most of them he even knew how they happened. Like the one in the hairline close to his forehead was from when he had crashed the Jeep when Jennifer had kidnapped the parents. Some were new, and he had no doubt he'd find others in different places he didn't know about. He also loved scars, thought they were beautiful because of the significant reminder they possessed. Maybe that's why his attraction was with humans.

His lips followed upwards while fingers caressed the back of his head where the short hairs met his neck. Stiles’ tattoo was caressed with his tongue, every line familiarized while the scent of arousal started filling the car. His jeans-clad hips ground down in a slow thrust, rubbing the matching, straining erections together.

Stiles hissed. Literally hissed as he watched Derek kiss his way up and that glorious bulge ground into him. It was a heady feeling, making him throb painfully. During the years he's been fantasizing about this more often than Stiles cared to admit. Derek over him. His gorgeous body pressing, rubbing against his, his massive weight pinning him down against any flat surface. And now it was happening. Stiles finally started comprehending that and he began shaking with joy and anticipation from it.

Biting down hard on his own bottom lip, he moaned and kept one hand on Derek's nape, the other stroking down on the muscular back just to dig his fingers into the warm skin somewhere around Derek's waist. He wanted to wrap his legs around the man to keep him close, keep him there forever, but he wasn't able to move. He was too hypnotized by the way his tattoo was being licked by that wonderful, wonderful tongue.

"Oh god..." Stiles wheezed as he felt the light electric buzz of magic warming up his tattooed skin from all the pleasant physical contact it was getting from that tongue. Derek had no idea what he was doing to him with that.

"What do you want me to do, Stiles?"

The wolf knew what he wanted to do, he wanted to get his mouth on him and get his actual taste, swallow him down to take everything there was to offer. But he wanted to make sure the other was into it as well. He needed them to at least give the first steps of consent before he continued.

If Stiles knew the man enjoyed tattoos on him this much, he would've added more onto his pale skin. Well... in the future he planned on doing so because of his magical studies. He still wanted to get stronger. Not really for himself, but to be able to protect and help others better. He always put himself second place.

But now... now he was in the focus of his gorgeous werewolf and thinking became very, very difficult from that look and question. He loved Derek's expressive eyes in both forms. Especially when he looked at him like this. Like he was the only thing that mattered to him in that moment. The green reminded Stiles of the forest his life was so entwined with as a wolf, and the red of the strength and dominance his alpha status carried.

But he had to give Derek an answer. He was waiting for it eagerly, Stiles could see. So he forced his mouth to work, the dents left from his teeth as he released his bottom lip visible for a few moments while he drew in a much needed sip of air.

"I want you to... taste me. Take me into your mouth. I want to... come into your mouth... down your throat... whatever... just... Would you like that?" he asked, his heart beating like crazy as his own hips were coming alive to buck and rub back against the other bulge. His hand slid down to Derek's gloriously firm ass to grab and squeeze it, to keep him right there so they could get the friction they were both dying for. By then Stiles' blush was extensive – spreading from his face to his ears and down on his neck to the top of his chest – both from the situation and speaking his mind so openly after all the years of hiding these things deep inside.

Would he like that... The look in Derek’s eyes turned feral at the offer because it was exactly what he wanted, what he'd like to do a lot. Immediately he thought about the best way to go about this, seeing as the space was limited. But they were in the woods and leaving the safety of the car when his focus was on Stiles wasn't smart so the full exploration was going to have to wait until they were in a bed, or at least a place they had more movement.

With a roll of his hips, he pressed against the human, the chaffing of the jeans adding an extra layer of pleasure to what they were doing. They were panting against each other's lips, the smell of sex thick and heavy even with the door opened. Claiming the lower lip, he sucked on it, making it swell with blood before he released it.

"Sit up like a passenger." It would be the easiest for Derek to reach his prize, the most comfortable for both of them as well because he could imagine Stiles slamming his head against the door or the glass window if he stayed like this.

Stiles was seriously doubting that he wasn't having a heart attack from the way Derek sucked on his bottom lip and kept rubbing against him. It was as if this time he had put a spell on him and all Stiles could do was let him do whatever he wanted. It has never happened to him before that he would lose himself so deeply in his desire for someone. It was impossible not to watch Derek while lightly panting through his throbbing lips. His whole world narrowed down on him, which wasn't a fortunate thing in case someone tried to sneak up on them. But Stiles knew that Derek would sense it better than him anyway, so he just... let himself go.

Derek's fingers reached for the zipper to undo it along with the button, not wanting to wait for the other to move. His eyes briefly flared red at the scent of the arousal, the pre-come he could smell sticking to the boxers.

This is what Stiles wanted for so long... Well... it was a part of what he wanted for so long, but whatever. It was happening and air became thin for him on a gasp, his abs flexing and goose bumps appearing on the skin of his lower-belly where Derek's hand brushed over to open his jeans. The flash of red that followed was only another stab of lust in his stomach which felt as if it was filled with butterflies all of a sudden. It was such a cliché, but it was true nonetheless...

"I want to taste you, all of you." It was better than wearing the human's clothes, it was better than snuggling up. They'd be stinking of each other for days. Werewolves wouldn't be able to avoid knowing what was going on. Which was exactly what Derek wanted to happen. Stiles was his now, and the whole world could know it.

Stiles' whole body shuddered from the possessiveness he could hear from Derek's words. He understood this was beyond physical attraction or sexual tension. It was a wolf thing too. Perhaps an alpha thing as well. He couldn't be sure about it, but he was very much on board with that plan.

It took a moment for his sluggish mind to catch up and then his hand was pushing against hard muscle. "Move then, big guy. I cannot sit up with your hot bod pinning me down," Stiles chuckled out of breath, but he managed to steal a short kiss first.

It took them a little bit of maneuvering to get into the desired position and then Stiles looked down at the – literally – hungry wolf between his open legs. Just that sight in itself would've been enough for Stiles to mess up his boxers, but he wanted more so he ran his slender fingers through Derek's hair affectionately then pulled his head closer to where they both wanted it to be.

Oh, yeah.... With a sheepish look, he moved so Stiles could sit up, the leather creaking as they moved into their positions with some difficulty. With the human lounging in the seat as if they were about to road trip, legs spread. It gave Derek the room to stretch out on the backseat, leaning on his elbows to crawl closer. There was no worry about muscles getting strained or throwing out in his back, he was lean and limber and not human. And the younger man could rest his head against the leather headrest if it got too overwhelming instead of shattering a window. Or worse, a skull.

It would have been even easier if those jeans had been pushed to Stiles' ankles but he could work with this and it added to the experience to not be fully naked. Fingers guided his head down, and it made him smirk briefly. They were both bossy – even in this – though he happily let the other guide for now. With sure fingers, he reached into the shorts, pulling the thick erection out in a practiced move, his fingers resting at the base against the trimmed curls there. If this had been about taking his time, he would have used his fingers to caress first, but he mostly wanted to get his lips around it.

Letting some of his saliva gather in his mouth, the warm moisture slipped past his lips, down to the head of the uncut erection. Warm lips followed, using the spit to make it an easy glide down, getting his first taste of what he had wanted for so long. Stiles was well-endowed, nothing to complain about, a thick fit into his mouth as the salty burst of pre-come coated his tongue. Maybe it was a wolf thing, maybe it was something more personal but Derek liked the taste of dick, it was one of the most intimate things to do and he loved it.

Wetting the skin more, he pulled back before letting it slide deeper, tongue pressed flat so it would go to the back of his throat. He inhaled through his nose, the musky scent of the pubic hair all he could smell at the moment, even overwhelming the scent of the leather seats.

Stiles' breathing hitched and a low and long moan escaped him as he felt first the spit dripping on his sensitive tip, then the hot lips wrapping around him. "Fucking finally!" he exclaimed. His head was spinning, his heart beating like crazy, hips desperately wanting to buck up to push deeper into that eager mouth. But he didn't. Somehow he managed not to, because he wanted to enjoy this at Derek's pace.

His toes curled in his shoes and he bit his lip, one hand digging into the edge of the leather seat, the other caressing Derek's naked back and nape. Derek making him speechless was becoming a pattern, it seemed. No one else could render him as silent (in his mind too) as this man... It must be his own superpower or something. It baffled Stiles somewhat, but he had better things to do right now than to dwell on it... Like moaning his head off, for instance.

"You're gonna kill me..." he croaked out, looking down at Derek with hooded eyes filled with pleasure. He was so gone for this man and what he was doing that it wasn't even funny. "So good... Don't stop!" he groaned and his head finally fell back against the headrest, the pale stretch of his throat exposed. "No one prepared me to just how good you are with your mouth..." Stiles huffed, his hips finally joining the game. Slowly at first as he let himself be overwhelmed by the waves of joy and the wet sounds of Derek's sucking. It was beyond his wildest imaginations good.

Derek couldn't see what Stiles was doing but it wouldn't surprise him if there was a fist bump in the air to go with the exclamation of that fucking finally. He himself wouldn't react so enthused but he shared the sentiment of finally. He couldn't think enough right now to know how many years it had been but it had to be around 8 maybe. It had been a very long non-courting/courting situation with many frustrated nights. And showers.

To finally hear those moans for real, when they weren't directed at whatever food item Stiles had been eating or in Derek’s own fantasies, it was even more arousing than having his lips on the human. He wanted to hear more of them, louder if possible. It made him redouble his effort, rewarded by the way Stiles would grip at the leather, making it creak almost filthily to go with the languid hip movements.

There was a distinct hum at the praise, like a wolf-preen because yes, he was proud of his oral capabilities. He may not be good at talking with his mouth but he did know how to use it differently and as often as possible. Since Stiles was getting with the program of using his hips to help Derek with a rhythm, his hand released the erection. It made it easier to lift his upper body more, giving his lover the room to move more.

That hum caused another hiss as it lightly vibrated around Stiles’ cock and through that his whole being. Derek could be smug too, but this time it was with a good reason. A very good reason. So good that Stiles' mind was starting to go blank faster the second he could move his hips more and he slid deeper and deeper with each thrust. His eyes closed again, head still bent back and his gasps mixed with louder moans as he was enjoying this to the fullest.

Relaxing his throat, the wolf eagerly accepted the mouth-fucking, his saliva dripping down to mat into the wiry hairs. He didn't pull off once, using his nose to breathe in and out, overwhelmed by the taste and scents. There was no stopping until he got what he wanted.

He was fucking Derek Hale's mouth...

It was really happening. It wasn't just a dream or fantasy. His dick was down in Derek’s throat and he was quickly approaching the edge from the eagerness his cock met in that hot mouth. The louder sounds escaping him were starting to become desperate. It's been too long. There was too much tension. Too much magic and energy-mixing happening.

But he had to see. Had to burn this image into his mind for the rest of his life. So he forced himself to lift his head, his lips going dry and numb, his vision blurring, but he more or less grounded himself with fisting his hand in Derek's hair. Guiding, helping, demanding release.

The caresses had turned to grasping at strands of hair, keeping Derek in place frantically. It was a hold the wolf could break, if he had wanted to. He didn't. The rough thrusts bruised his throat each time the erection hit the back of his mouth before sliding deeper, forcing him to deep throat. It was messy, because he couldn't swallow around the thickness enough to not wet Stiles with his spit. It was dripping around the hard length each time it slid all the way inside. There wasn't much of a rhythm anymore, it was only desperate bucking to chase after the high that was no doubt coming very soon.

Stiles was pulsing in the other's mouth and he was so glad that Derek could control his wolf side so well, because Stiles wouldn't have been able to deal with fangs and not being able to ever experience this – his favorite new thing in the world. That familiar tension was building at the base of his spine, making him buck more desperately, sometimes falling out of the rhythm for a moment or two. His whole body began squirming, tensing up like a bow, his skin heating up, crackling with sparks here and there, that energy licking along Derek a few times too, because Stiles' control was slipping. Fast.

He couldn't talk, but Derek did moan in surprise when currents of magic made his head swim, almost like electricity coursing along his nerves to settle in the back of his neck all the way down to the tattoo. It wasn't painful like being hit by a modified cattle prod but the effect of it was not that far from the weapon. There was a pressure building behind his eyes, making his head feel heavy and his eyes burn from the overload. An overload of pleasure and magic. Derek could take it, his body acting more like a battery as it healed like it was wounded. What the hell was that?

"Get ready... for my creamy goodness, because..." Stiles didn't have the chance to finish his sentence. The blinding orgasm hit him fast and hard, making him cry out Derek's name as his head slammed back against the headrest, body arching and tensing up again while his hips buckled erratically as he was coming into Derek's mouth over and over until he became a wildly trembling but blissed out panting mess on the backseat of the Camaro.

The wolf couldn’t ask his question, he was a little busy chocking on cock when the human came deep down his throat, keeping his head locked where it was as his body tightened the muscles, shuddering, salty warmth slipping down the shaft because there was a lot of it. The hips kept moving, forcing him to take it until Stiles' body relaxed like a limp noodle, the hands slowly releasing his hair. It was kind of a miracle he didn't have bald spots.

Derek slowly moved from the softening cock, wiping at the wet mess on his chin, licking his lips to get at what had spilled over while he shifted a little on his side because there was serious discomfort happening in his pants. He should have undone the jeans earlier.

"That was different," he rasped, his voice hoarse from the blow job as well as the magic.

Stiles' eyelids were heavy from the pleasure and still being high on the awesome orgasm. But he opened them and lifted his head to be able to look down at Derek. He absently reached down to wipe a thumb at a spot the other missed with his tongue. He lifted it and licked it off with a satisfied and agreeing hum. Stiles could still feel it buzzing under his skin. His Spark was triggered by what they did more than he ever experienced. The irises of his eyes still held a soft amber glow in them. That outburst of his magic – because he knew it was that – messed him up a bit too. It was both draining and exhilarating.

Did Derek look a tiny bit better? Or was it just his eyes playing tricks on him in the thickening shadows of the car?

Watching Stiles lick his own come like that shouldn't be this arousing, but it was and it made Derek want to shove his hand down his own pants and finish it. He would love to claim that as a werewolf, his stamina was endless, but at the moment it wasn't much of one, he was embarrassingly close to coming in his pants like a teenager. It had been many years so his body was wired because of that, the smell in the car and Stiles looking blissfully fucked out... There was a lot going on right now. Not to mention the magic. Every touch seemed to ignite it. It felt like he had been fed magic, which was something huge they had to really talk about – especially the meaning behind it.

"You felt it too, huh?" Stiles asked, his voice raspy too from all the moaning and yelling and he licked his lips in an attempt to wet them. All the while he couldn't stop himself from touching the other man. His face, his neck, his shoulder and back. As his fingers skidded over the tattoo, they stilled for a moment. They were tickled by the residue of that energy, as if it stuck more to that drawing on the otherwise flawless skin. Acting a little bit like runes through which magic could be channeled. "Interesting..." Stiles murmured, still half-way out of it, but then sat up and lightly scratched Derek's nape. They will have time to talk about this later – if Derek even wanted that. Now he had a favor to repay.

"Come on, move it, my big bad wolf. I can see your discomfort. It's my turn to help on you," he smiled a bit smugly from being able to turn on Derek like this. "By the way, best blow job of my life. Just saying..."

Stiles was smaller and thinner than Derek, so once his lover was in a sitting position, he somehow managed to fold himself between the backseat and the passenger's side seat where there was a bit more room from the position of the seat. As his fingers splayed over the muscular and slightly hairy chest, he could sense another kind of humming. It was all Derek. On edge. Vibrating with want. His hand was tracing each muscle, mapping them, burning them into memory, but his flushed face... that he rubbed against the prominent bulge, his lips mouthing along the outlines of the hidden prize, amber eyes never leaving Derek's while his hands finally opened his belt and popped the button.

"Or you want to talk about that difference now?" Yes, he had to tease. Of course, he had to. He was still Stiles.

No, not right now, there was no talking happening right now. Because of the mentioned discomfort, because Stiles was on his knees before Derek, squeezed between the seats, leaving absolutely no room to move for either one of them. Except for Stiles rubbing his face against where it was hurting the most, like an overly sensual cat, and Derek's breathing hitched – loudly.

"No," he breathed, shaking his head. Not that he was a fan of talking at all but right now he really needed some release. "Stiles..." Oh god, the Hale was beyond desperate at this point so he shoved at his pants, needing them down and out of the way to stop the aching. He really should get back to wearing underwear. The uncut erection was leaking, a wet spot had formed in his dark pants which had made them a little sticky. Impatiently he squeezed at the base of his cock hard, staving off a very embarrassing situation where it would have gotten sticky for all of them, including the car.

Who needed lube for a hand-job when there was so much fluid happening? The magic had created this need which was thrumming right under Derek’s skin, like fire ants crawling around, wanting to burst out of his skin to create a phoenix. Like Stiles' flickering amber eyes glowing at him still. They reminded him of the lanterns people would light in the night sky with a candle to honor the dead. A sea of them floating in yellow and warmth. Not to say goodbye, but to welcome him home.

The skin on Stiles’ nape and down on the back of his neck were still prickling from the pleasant shiver that went down on his spine from the way Derek said his name. Stiles knew that they were far from a conventional couple in many ways. Starting with the fact that he was human and the other a werewolf. But it was also true about their relationship and how they acted around each other too. Like... their first date was a target practice. And another thing about Derek was that Stiles knew he wasn't going to use any nicknames or endearing when it comes to him. He didn't have to. He had the ability to communicate only with his intonation. Stiles had noticed already how many ways Derek could express his feelings or thoughts only by uttering his name. And now that shiver was caused by this new way he said it. Filled with lust and desperate need. It was going to be one of his favorite versions, he knew.

That frantic peeling off of the jeans and groping the base of his own dick was a bit amusing to Stiles and he chuckled low, but it also made hunger flicker in his amber eyes as he could finally drink in the sight of Derek in full glory. It was a sight to behold, especially from his vantage point.

"They call you an alpha for a reason. I can see that now..." he practically purred, eyes flickering up to Derek's lustful face for a second, then he finally moved to get to know said body part better.

He placed a hand and forearm on Derek's muscular thigh to lightly lean on it, the other hand plastered against the wolf's lower-tummy. He didn't mind that Derek was still holding himself by the base. It was a good way to steady himself for Stiles' tongue which darted out of his mouth, the tip tracing a protruding vein on the underside then going back down to do the same with another one, following it up nearly to the tip while his eyes stayed on Derek's face to see his reactions. He smelled and tasted incredible and the younger man gave voice to that with a pleased sound just before he began kissing and nibbling at the side of the thick shaft, trying to decide how to do this. His work was cut out for him for sure, but he never backed down from a challenge...

They mostly called Derek an alpha because of a particular wolf problem which would occur sometimes if he wasn't careful. He had control over it, normally. But with Stiles, it didn't seem like there was any control happening so it might even happen unexpectedly. And he wasn't going to discuss his knot while he was sitting in the backseat of his own car with his dick hanging out and his boyfriend on his knees before him, looking like he was about to eat Derek. He looked hungry enough for it. He was eyeing the erection with a needy look, pleased about the discovery made. Derek knew he was above average with his size. It was the one thing his exes had all liked about him. It also could be problematic sometimes but he should have known it wasn't going to deter the human. If anything, he looked happy with the challenge.

The wolf, for his part, almost didn't dare to move. He was breathing shallow as he watched the younger man leaning closer to lick him, actually lick him like he was tasting a lollipop. There was no way he was ever going to be able to watch Stiles lick anything without remembering this moment. The nibbles and curious tasting made him glad he was still tightly squeezing the base of his cock or this would have been an embarrassing moment.

Stiles wanted it. Derek's sounds and pleasure. So he showed mercy and after flicking his tongue around the damp tip, he suckled on it slowly and sensually, his tongue rubbing against the sensitive ridge just below the tip. Only after that did he open his mouth wider and began working himself lower and lower on the massive shaft, eyes only closing occasionally as he moaned around him, tiny sparks flickering where his fingertips were caressing Derek's belly.

A gasp and this choked needy moan left Derek when the teasing stopped to have a cooler mouth on his hot flesh, sucking it into moist tightness. It was obscene to see Stiles wrapped around him like this, taking as much as he could while his saliva was dripping down. He couldn't look away even though he wanted to rest his head back and give into it. He had to see this happening. His fingers were tempted to get familiar with the brown longer hair but his claws were threatening to push out so he didn't dare to. Instead he pulled his hand from his erection to fold both into fists to limit damage.

And then... the electricity was back, trickling along his belly, soaking into his skin and he forgot how to breathe. Gasping, he struggled for control but it was a lost cause, fangs and claws had popped out. It had been so long and his body was so eager to get ready for some much needed release but he didn't want to yet, he wanted this to last for as long as possible, not shoot his load as soon as a mouth was wrapped around him.

During all this Stiles was watching him, his reactions, his pleasure. It felt like it's been a long while for Derek to receive such pleasures. But Stiles couldn't be sure without asking. And for a change he chose to use his mouth to something else than talking... It was full enough not to try. But not full enough just yet. He instinctively moved his hand around Derek's base once he saw that hand retreat. It was to steady his tasty treat and also to slick up that portion he couldn't take into his mouth yet with the spit that slipped his mouth. Then he made a ring from his thumb and index-finger, rubbing and slightly twisting it in time with the slide of his reddening lips, cheeks hollowing each time he slid up, sucking hard on the erection to give Derek more pleasure. He fucking deserved it, if anyone asked.

Pride and a certain degree of satisfaction spread in the kneeling man when he saw the fangs and the red in Derek's irises. Glancing down for a moment, he saw the fists and spotted the claws like this too. He did that too. He already gave enough pleasure for Derek to make his control slip. It didn't worry Stiles. He wasn't afraid what could happen. His trust in Derek ran much deeper in him.

So he mercilessly continued sucking his amazing dick, moaning around it a few times. He was breathing steadily through his nose – the musky scent of wolf spurring him on even more – then he took a deeper breath and relaxed his throat, letting it slide deeper until he chocked around Derek, eyes welling up. It didn't make Stiles give up, though. He gave it another try, fighting off his gag-reflex until he managed to deep-throat Derek – only a few inches were left. Although it was more because of their position, the kneeling detective made it his next life goal to learn how to fully swallow his lover down. For now he was pleased with how far he got and kept him lodged in his throat for a few moments, swallowing around him a few times just to fully slide him out of his mouth, his hand massaging him from the base to the tip while Stiles was panting for air.

Derek’s experience was limited, but he had never felt it like this, to be taken so deep as Stiles fought off his gag reflex and nearly took him all the way, the throat bulging. And the sounds...

"Jesus, Stiles…" Derek sounded as wrecked as he felt, mostly focusing his energy on keeping some semblance of control even though there was barely any of it left. His claws were deeply embedded into his own skin, his blood staining the leather seat, there was a light sheen of sweat covering his skin and he knew his eyes were red because his perception had shifted.

It was like Stiles was surrounded by flames, a glowing aura of ember trickling from him into Derek wherever they touched now, not just the fingertips. Magic was bleeding over, taking away all sense of reality until he could only squirm and tremble and moan.

Stiles’ lips and chin were wet from the spit-pre-cum mix, pupils blown and surrounded by the amber irises, glowing and pulsing to the rhythm of the magic that kept trickling into Derek. He was just as much under like the wolf above him. Leaning back down, this time he suckled and licked on Derek's balls for a few sweet moments.

"You're incredible..." Stiles murmured right before he eased the cock back between his swollen lips. No deep-throating now, just harder and faster sucking. His determination and complete dedication were there in every move and content small noise he made – but not as much as in his eyes which seemed to glow in the thickening twilight.

Even instinctual Derek knew to protect the human because his hips remained still, he wasn't fucking upwards, he was careful not to hurt despite the loss of control. "I can't..." And he couldn't. Not anything. There was no holding back.

He came, all of his muscles had tightened for one last effort before it all disappeared into this bliss of absolute nothingness, a floating feeling of pleasure throbbing in his groin and everything was so wet, even though he didn't realize the amount of semen. Because he had his eyes closed, and his breathing was coming in gasps while his heart was acting like he had ran fifty marathons.

So this was what relaxing felt like then. It felt like every muscle was made out of spaghetti and his head felt like he had been hit by lightning. If this was what it would always feel like between them, he just knew he'd get a distinct interest in sex because he had never known it could be this... mind-blowing.

There were no words, he couldn't even talk. The fangs and claws receded, he was too relaxed for them to remain. Actual sex was going to kill them, there was no other way. It was too good, things like this didn't happen.

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