3: Moondust – part 4

"Soooo... just as I suspected, sex makes you able to relax..." Stiles' voice came from somewhere down as he slowly licked Derek clean and used his own fingers to do the same with the few drops that he couldn't swallow fast enough. Man, it was a lot and so damn good. He didn't know he would like Derek's taste this much, but he did – especially as it sat thickly in his mouth. He could only imagine how long the werewolf’s scent is going to stick to him after this. Probably days. Stiles had no problem with that, though.

His grin was wide and satisfied as he started climbing up on his man until he straddled him, putting his arms around his neck. There was the faint smell of ozone in the car – a byproduct of magic, they say – but Stiles was too focused on the fact that this time Derek positively looked a bit better, more like his old pre-Hell self.

"Maybe before target practices I should sex you up a bit to make it easier for you to... shoot..." he giggled, still high on pleasure, magic and Derek. Then he kissed Derek to taste himself and because Stiles felt like he had to as closure.

In that moment he felt the sense of something's closure too and the energies he called his magic slowly pull back, making it easier to think. Also, something felt to slide into place. It was a strange sensation, but the younger man had a strong positive feeling about it. Later he could try to figure it out what it could be. Later.

For now he was just simply enjoying their lazy kissing, his hands caressing and touching Derek. It took him a good few minutes to break said kisses and nuzzle his head under Derek's chin, nose and lips lightly pressing against his neck, inhaling him.

"I can't believe I put out on the first date," he chuckled low, his bare upper-body pressing a bit more against the other one. His tone became serious. "I'm happy we've decided to give this a shot. Oh and you are a terrible shot... Geez..."

Derek thought he had just shot perfectly well, but he didn't say that, instead he wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, content to have him on his lap like that, their scents mingled completely now. Even Stiles' breath was rich of the wolf and the kiss was welcomed. He didn't mind tasting himself at all. And he didn't care about the mess they were with opened pants soiled by spit and semen, lips full and bruised, hair sticking out in various angles. They looked like they had a very good time.

Nibbling on the come-slicked lips, he more than felt the magic receding, because the scent of ozone slowly dissipated as well. The pack bond slid in place firmly though, making Stiles part of his little family even without asking him to. The magic had decided for them, and he really should be explaining this to the human but not now. This was about them, as a couple instead of making it into official werewolf business. Nor did he want Stiles to feel obligated to stay because of the special connection they had created. Beth was going to know though, she was going to smell the pack scent on Stiles besides him fully smelling like Derek.

His fingers lightly trailed along Stiles' back, caressing the cooling skin as the younger man scented him, unknowingly? He wasn't so sure if it wasn't on purpose. It felt peaceful to be like this, having Stiles curled against him, bathed in the afterglow of sex.

"I told you I was a bad shot, but you didn't want to believe me." And he so didn't mind that, being bad at something because he had nothing to prove anymore. He'd try again of course, it's not like he would give up but it was okay if he remained bad at using guns.

"I want you to know that I'm not... I'm not like this… sex isn't- I'm not...-" There was a frustrated huff at not being able to use the right words. He wasn't a talker and this would happen often because expressing himself was easier without words. "It's been a long time." He settled on that. He mostly meant that he took Stiles serious to give himself so quickly. It was a big deal and he didn't want him to think that Derek was easy or that he thought Stiles was. Didn't want him to think this was an advantage he used.

The quirky response Stiles was about to deliver about not believing that Derek was a bad shot never left him as he literally felt the man tense up again under him. There goes the relaxed state he's been working for so hard... The way the words stuttered out of the wolf made Stiles' content smile disappear and he frowned, lightly brushing his lips against the pulse point on the other's neck. It was a barely there gesture with the purpose to encourage and comfort at the same time while he listened. Really listened what Derek was saying. It was also instinctual.

Of all people, probably Stiles was the one who knew the most how difficult it could get for Derek to express himself verbally. Yes, it could become a frustrating thing for Stiles too – especially when he had to pry or trick or annoy information out of the alpha in a situation when it was important. Now, though... he let him struggle the words out and lifted his head only once he was finished, placing his slender hands on the stubbly cheeks, fingertips carding through the dark hair.

"Hey... Hey, it's okay," he whispered from close, looking into the uneasy eyes. "I was just joking. Don't worry." Stiles remembered their conversation about Kate and how he hated people who took advantage of others. Did he fear that he did that now with Stiles? He wouldn't be surprised.

"By now I think we both know that what's between us... this... bond... is special. And very damn complicated. And it just got exponentially more complicated with us giving in to our feelings for each other. We did this because we wanted to. Because it was time after all those years of pining. It felt right. So damn right... Don't you think?" Stiles closed his eyes on a small content and maybe a bit longing sigh, remembering that feeling that warmed him up from head to toe, making his blood sing.

For a brief moment he wondered how much actual sex is going to wreck them both. That thought and the picture of them snuggling sweaty on a (his?) bed in their afterglow sent a shiver down his caressed spine. It also made that longing in him stronger, because he wanted that. The urge was there, shimmering deep down. The urge and need to fully consummate this relationship, to get lost even more in this wolf... All of a sudden feeling all this made Stiles' frown deepen for a second, but decided to push its dissecting for later. Now his top priority was to make sure Derek understood that he was more than happy from how things were going between them.

"I loved every second of it. Wanted every second of it. And I want just... so much more. Frankly, it's a bit disturbing how much as we agreed on 'slow-ish'..." he chuckled half-confused and maybe a bit afraid of smothering and scaring Derek off. "I'm sorry if I'm too... intense at times," he dropped his eyes for a moment with a light blush then looked up again. "I'm all jumbled up inside. Not just emotionally but from things I never felt before. I... or rather my magic reacts to you so strongly. I have to learn to control it better," he said, already thinking of contacting his witch friend about it.

Stiles had no idea just how complicated the bond was, and probably would get. It made Derek feel guilty that he wasn't telling him yet, but it could wait, it needed to wait. For a moment he wanted this to be about them only, even though part of the special was what the magic was creating.

"Yes, it felt right." In Derek’s experience, that didn't always mean it was right but they were two consenting adults and what they had done wasn't wrong at all. Leaning into the touches, he attempted to let it be right instead of giving into the urge to flee and self-blame.

Then again, it seemed like Stiles was struggling with the same things. Something as deeply felt as this, it was frightening for them both, to give so much. To want so much, to need so much. Derek was leery about it, even though it was essentially already too late. The pack bond was there so he was already all in. This was already going to be a massive loss if it wasn't going to work out because he'd lose a pack member. Again. On top of that, they had sex, had shared something intimate and it was only just the start.

"I think we can safely say, slow-ish isn't going to work." There was an amused tone to that, with them sitting here with their shirts off and their soft dicks out, smelling like they had visited a brothel.

A sudden rush of relief washed over Stiles when Derek agreed that what happened between them (both physical and supernatural) felt right. Because there was something supernatural going on, Stiles knew enough about things and his magic to sense that. But he was still in the dark and if there was something he hated, it was being kept in the dark. That's why he was a master googler/researcher by then.

"No, I guess slow-ish isn't an option in our case," he chuckled a bit hysterically at that, needing to... release some tension in some way as his mind was struggling to put together the pieces, but not finding the fitting ones just yet.

It was also somewhat funny that Stiles called himself intense when Derek would mostly label himself as much. Derek didn't come with a backpack full of past problems, he came with a warehouse full of past hurt. He didn't talk much, bottled everything up, blamed himself, had this need to protect everybody at all costs, except himself because he tended to sacrifice himself easily instead. He would let others do what they needed to do if it would help them, regardless of the consequences to him. He didn't do casual, it was all or nothing for him, was emotionally and socially stunted and him being werewolf made it all even more complicated. So yeah, he'd call himself intense.

Stiles was loud, he was all over the place, talked a lot and wore his emotions on his sleeve. There was nothing subtle about him and he saw everything. He was crazy smart, had seen way too much as well in his short life and his outlet was to research, to extend his knowledge so he'd always be prepared. He was annoyingly determined in everything, never let anything be and needled Derek into things if needed. He was completely and totally not what Derek was. And it worked for them.

"You're not too intense. I need somebody who doesn't let me get away with hiding." Somebody who could read him and didn't demand him to change. "It was the same with Jennifer – the magic. Even though I didn't know at the time. That feeling of a bubble and a certain detachment from everything, but I never wanted more, there was a wrongness to it. And with you it's different. Like I'm complete."

"Was I ever someone who didn't call you out on your bullshit?" Stiles asked, tone softer before he pecked Derek's lips. There was some uncertainty in him too now because he didn't know what was going on behind the curtains, but he was going to figure it out once he had an idea where to start in the first place.

What Derek said next though made him freeze, because he felt the same way when he was with Derek and he coaxed his magic out even without Stiles' permission. As if it was a disobedient being much bigger than him, knowing better what should happen. Magic was tricky that way. A double-edged sword. He could still feel it deep down, shimmering, a constant buzz which he couldn't fully lock out and it made his fingertips tingle. Expectant. Waiting for something Stiles couldn't grasp just yet.

Stiles placed his hands on the top of the backseat next to Derek's bare shoulders so he could push himself up a bit more, looking down at the man, amber eyes moving as his mind started racing, his red lips slightly parting, suspicion slowly creeping onto his face.

"I wonder... Do you feel magic differently with every user?" He remembered Jennifer all too well. How he hated her for kidnapping his dad, Melissa and Argent, killing all those innocent people and for hurting Derek both physically and mentally. It made his blood (and magic) boil even now, fingers digging into the leather with soft creaks. "She used to be an emissary..." he said more to himself, letting it hang in the air between them. "Why would you feel complete with me from all people?"

The tensing in the human's body was felt, which made Derek frown, wondering if he had said something wrong. But as it turned out, it meant Stiles was thinking, mulling everything over so he could process it and put it all to his mental board of pictures and colors to start connecting. It had always fascinated Derek, that board up in the teen's room, with red, green and blue threads connecting articles and pictures. Most of the time his picture had been up on it as well because as luck would have it, he was always connected to whatever was going down, and that hadn't changed up to this day.

"Stiles, I haven't slept with many magic users so I wouldn't know," he deadpanned with a chuckle, not even insulted at the question. "Maybe I should sleep with Deaton to make a comparison."

Stiles snorted loudly from that joke, but he could also feel an irrational pang of jealousy from the suggestion. It was a bit stronger than usual, because yeah, it was a usual thing for Stiles. It's been for a long time. Ever since he had realized Derek was like a magnet to him. "Don't you dare try that!" he masked that feeling with a chuckle, playfully tugging Derek's head back by his hair so he could lean down to warningly (and lightly) bite his throat before releasing it. The gesture was gone as fast as it came. He had no idea why he felt the urge to do this, but wasn't going to apologize for it either. Derek was his and only his. And whoa, that possessiveness was new!

Oh, that scent of jealousy, it was obvious with how the joke fell mostly flat because Stiles didn't like the idea of Derek sleeping with somebody else, but to be fair, the wolf wasn't into it either. What he was into though, was the completely possessive move! Making him tilt his head to bite his throat was such an alpha werewolf move to make, even when it was playful. It was ridiculous how much he was into this, it made his stomach do strange things.

Derek knew though, why it had been different with Jennifer, she had been a dark druid after all. And she had used her magic for her own gain and revenge, he had never consented. With Stiles it was love and need and most importantly, constantly given permission. The magic reacting to him was not to shut him up or trick him, though he wasn't sure why it was so out of control, why it felt like it wanted to feed him. Either something was going wrong between them or they were making something right and powerful. With their luck, it was the first choice and not the latter. "Jennifer wasn't my emissary, she belonged to Kali's pack."

Technically Deaton was the Hale's emissary, but Derek hadn't even known about the man until he had come back to town following Laura's death. Alan had never acted as his, his loyalty was with Scott as was understandable. Often Derek felt like Deaton disliked him for reminding him of Talia. It was no secret the Hale was a splitting image of his mother. So no, he didn't know what it felt like to have a druid serving his pack but... Jennifer had been Kali's girlfriend and she had been very powerful – also because of what Derek had done with the Nemeton but Derek suspected being bonded to a strong alpha served a druid well.

"It had never felt right with her because she didn't want me to be her alpha. She wanted me to be her sacrifice. Because I was the connection to the Nemeton and she needed that to kill the alpha pack. For some reason, you want me for me." The idiot was kind of latched onto that sentence without saying it out loud.

"DUH! Why else would I want you? I'm a breath of fresh air in your love life!" he joked, but his eyes quickly became darker. "But thank fuck she wasn't your emissary. I would've killed her myself," he grunted displeased, unable to stop it sounding a little bit like a growl.

That flip in Derek’s stomach only intensified when Stiles growled out a threat, growled. His stomach wasn't the only part of his body showing interest, which was obvious because it was still under Stiles and hardening. No, their first time wasn't going to be in the backseat of a car, but he kind of wanted it to be, he had a lap full of boyfriend at the moment after all.

While Derek was thinking that, for a moment Stiles stayed silent, looking inside. He knew that if it those things with Jennifer happened now, he wouldn't hesitate to do as he said. He wasn't going to hesitate to eliminate any threat against Derek's... or his pack's life. He was trained now, had magic on his side too and it was the strangest sensation to feel it literally pulse in agreement with him to that thought. Wow, he had to do some serious soul-searching and research because he was more fucked up at the moment than he thought...

Was... or is he going to be...? That question kept nudging at him, but he was hesitant even to think it. Emissary. Derek's emissary? It made him swallow hard, because he knew enough of emissaries to understand what an important position that was for an alpha and his/her pack. Is this heading that way? Is he worth it? Does he have it in him to become one? Or was he way off about this? For once he didn't dare to voice these questions because he was afraid of the answers. It was so... strange to feel like this when he usually had an unfiltered mouth. But this was important. This would matter on so many levels. And he was hesitating now. The question hanging between them in the air as he was searching Derek's eyes.

Could he become such an important part of this man... this wolf's life?

The possibility terrified him. Not because he would refuse it, but because he felt like he wasn't ready. He didn't know enough. He wasn't as strong as a pack as Derek's would require and failing him would be the worst! Maybe he'll never be ready.

Derek saw the questions in those eyes, unspoken, but wondering while the dots were being connected, the fear hidden in there. The young man wasn't ready for it, so he didn't offer answers to those questions, he didn't confirm nor deny. There was time, it would grow on its own, let the elephant in the room be an elephant for a while longer.

With a low growl, he flipped them both over, having Stiles beneath him on the leather seat, their legs tangled up because they were half-undressed and the backseat wasn't large enough to deal with their shenanigans. However, like this they were perfectly lined up, touching where it all mattered. And they were so sticky already, stinking of one another, which he absolutely loved. Stiles really was that breath of fresh air in his life, love or otherwise. He was a lot like the ones he had fallen for previously, with one distinct difference. Stiles was a good person.

Derek nuzzled the human's neck to return the bite with one of his own, not breaking skin, but hard enough to create a bruise. Mine, it said, all mine.

The moment Derek growled and flipped them over, Stiles squeaked in surprise, but didn't protest. Yes, he could feel the other's interest before this move. That combined with the look Derek was giving him quickly got his own body's attention too.

He didn't expect long monologues from Derek, but the fact that the bastard didn't say a single word was something that made Stiles brew up a rapidly fired comment. Too bad it never left his lips from the unexpected bite on his neck. His cry from the mixture of pleasure and pain was loud in the car even to his own ears, but he didn't care. The more his neck was bruising and throbbing, the faster his cock was growing against Derek's.

His arms were already around the naked back – how did they got there? – and once the rush of the bite started ebbing down, he realized that one had left a quickly fading scratch mark on the broad back, the other trying to reach down and push Derek's jeans further down from his ass.

"Yes..." he answered the unsaid possessive words. If Derek was his then he was the wolf's too... It was also a yes to give his consent. He didn't imagine their first time in the Camaro, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was that they were together and he was so ready for this if the wolf was...

To make that even clearer, he somehow managed to kick one of his sneakers off and pulled the other man's head up to kiss him hungrily. The second their lips touched, there was an electric-like buzz on them, which, frankly, was no surprise anymore. Nor the fact that the magic in him was building up slowly but steadily this time. It was coupled with that basic urge from earlier to finish this...

What the hell was this man doing to him? (Not that he was complaining...)

The marks on Derek’s back were already gone. Sometimes he wished they could stay a little longer but small wounds like these were barely even felt with how quickly the skin regenerated. Bruises stayed a little longer, minutes, sometimes fifteen or so if there were bigger wounds because the body was good at prioritizing what needed to be healed first. But Stiles? He didn't heal fast, and the bite was already blooming red, it was going to be blue by tomorrow. It shouldn't make him pleased, but it did.

Yes. Consent was given, breathy and eager, as if the way those busy hands shoving at his jeans to get him more naked hadn't been a clear sign of wanting more. To hear it though, it was good, it was what he needed. Just as he leaned in to continue kissing, a shoe hit him in the back as it had been kicked off, distracting him but Stiles solved it by picking up where he had left off. Their kisses were needy still, less urgent though, taking their time to explore, to push their skin together in a slow thrust.

Stiles was enjoying the throbbing of the bruise on his neck. He liked receiving and giving such marks too when it came to sex. And now Derek had marked him as his. Stiles knew it was that. A sign that he belonged to the wolf. He had absolutely no problem with that because it was true. He kinda felt funny how Derek froze from his dropping shoe, but he was too eager for his kisses to chuckle on that.

"We don't have anything on us." The werewolf groaned because sure, they had grabbed supplies, gun supplies. It wasn't like he was always prepared to have sex so he didn't carry condoms on him, nor lube packets. Spit wasn't a very good lubricant, and he had no idea what Stiles was used to or into. What he did know was the fact he didn't like hurting his partner. Pulling pain wouldn’t heal possible tearing. And that? That wasn't sexy at all. Panting against the swollen lips, he ground down, letting their erections meet. "I can lick you open, make you soft and pliant. You can take me, I heal." It was bluntly put, but had to be asked, they didn't know what they were both into.

"FYI, kissing you became my newest hobby," he murmured then grinned up at him. "On the contrary! We still have too much clothes on. That has to change very fucking quickly..." he joked on not having anything on them, although he knew exactly what Derek meant. His next clever comment was silenced though by their cocks rubbing together again. It made Stiles' head slightly spin as another wave of lust slammed him in the gut and the prospect of being licked open by Derek Hale made him squirm under him very excited. He wanted that! He also loved the idea of fucking Derek. He wanted that too!

"Oh god... so many possibilities!" he bit down on the other man's bottom lip, lightly suckling it before letting it go. "I'm a switch too so both options are making me seriously leak pre-cum against your dick," he said fast and hoarse. "But for our first time I want you to lick me open and fuck me good. I've been wanting that for years. It was one of my first fantasies about you," Stiles confessed, cheeks bright red again, but he wasn't ashamed from his open confessions. "I want to feel you inside me..." he reached up and caressed the stubbly face with the back of his hand. "I'm clean. In both meanings and I know werewolves cannot get diseases so no need for a condom. I like it more bareback anyways..." he smirked dirtily up at the other man, showing a glimpse of just how... creative and open-minded he could get in bed too. "I also have good news: I have a couple of lube packets in my backpack, I think, but licking me open is a must if you're up for that... The backpack is under the passenger's seat. Fetch it while I finally get naked," he suggested. Yes, he could be a pushy bottom too – no surprise there, though.

The verbal answer wasn't even needed because the whiff of lust at his first suggestion was very potent. It made Derek grin, a distinct feral quality to it. Which only intensified because of the lip biting and the knowledge that Stiles liked to change it up as much as Derek did. He was fluent with it, it depended on his mood and there was no actual preference to either one. All he cared about was making the other feel good and feel good about it himself. And right now, he wanted to taste as much of Stiles as he could.

"I guess you'll have to tell me more about those fantasies later," Derek pecked at the lips playfully, not even surprised to hear that the human did come prepared. With packages of lube in his backpack no less. It wasn't premeditated for today or he wouldn't have added the 'I think' part to it so that made the Hale curious. Was Stiles that experienced that he started to carry lube with him or had it been more like wishful thinking, like a condom in a wallet? Of course he wasn't blind, he knew the other was very attractive, had grown into a young man many would be happy to share a night with. College life always was the experience for humans to get wild, experiment, find out what they liked. Derek never had that chance to mature, never wanted to. Not exactly shy with sex, more a lack of interest. Until now.

With some wriggling around and contorting, he moved back to have more complicated contortions to reach the bag from the other side of the seat, his focus mostly on Stiles because he didn't want to miss out on the undressing. Which was kind of stupid because their jeans were half off already so there wasn't much else to reveal for him and yet he wanted to see it all.

It took a bit to find the foil packages, not that much bigger than condoms to make them travel sized because they weren't the only ones feeling adventurous. Derek had no idea how much lube they contained so he grabbed a few to keep them within easy reach, dropping the pack on the floor with their shirts.

His boots were pulled off because there was no way he'd be able to get the jeans off otherwise and then he was naked too, movements no longer restricted by clothes, just the car.

"With pleasure... I have a vivid imagination," Stiles chuckled low and dirty, wiggling his brows while kicking his other shoe off and pulling his socks off too. He thought his movements were more clumsy than sexy, but Derek kept staring as if he was doing a striptease for him. Weird wolf... But it put another smirk on his mole-dotted face and he felt his cheeks heating up again. He felt very special from that look. As if he was something to be treasured and valuable. He wasn't used to such looks from Derek. Or in general.

There wasn't anything sexy about the way Stiles was undressing, he didn't even attempt to make it into a cheesy striptease, but that was why Derek liked watching. It was the human undressing like he normally would if he had been in a car alone, clumsy with limbs everywhere. This was all purely Stiles and exactly that was what held the wolf's fascination with him. In one moment he was this geeky young stammering man and the next he had Derek by the nape to demand a filthy kiss. There were so many layers to him and they popped out unexpectedly, leaving Derek to guess at what was going to happen now. Sure, often he knew exactly what kind of a reaction he'd get but not always.

The jeans and underwear came off quickly after that and Stiles saw that the lube was in arm's reach too. He was so glad that Derek didn't decide to go through his bag for the condoms there too and agreed to do him bare.

Fuck! It was happening... It was really happening...

It made Stiles' heart beat erratically until he took a deep calming breath and knelt up on the seat, grabbing the back of a seat and Derek's nape to kiss him hungrily again. His whole body was covered in goose bumps, very aware of his nakedness and happily bobbing erection. He wished they had a bit more room to properly appreciate every inch of each other’s' bodies, but he also found this cozy and a nice challenge. The size of the car wasn't going to outwit Stiles Stilinski. Nu-huh!

"Later... we'll have to talk more about our likes and dislikes anyway, but now... I hope you're ready for round two of tasting the delicious parts of Stiles Stilinski not many had the privilege of tasting," he winked and stole another kiss, lightly squeezing Derek's nape, the slowly brewing magic making not just his fingertips prickle, but his entire fingers by then. "Fuck... I love your lips," he babbled with a small sigh, finding it very damn difficult to pull away from said mouth.

Of course Derek'd want to talk about likes and dislikes, probably had a whole list of kinks for them to fill in together because Stiles was thorough in everything he did. The Hale knew some of his likes, knew some of his dislikes but it was mostly blank, he hadn't experimented that much. Strangely he knew that the man eagerly plundering his lips now would be safe to go boldly exploring with. But for now, this was enough for him, the fact he was able to enjoy sex, to want more instead of wanting a shower or create distance. He wanted those literally magic fingers everywhere on him, wanted to come undone under those skilled hands and so much more. They had the time. Maybe.

Meanwhile another wave of excitement and urge made Stiles move. The leather screamed under his knees as he turned his back on Derek – revealing the Celtic Tree of Life tattoo between his shoulder-blades for the first time. His cheeks flushed deeper once he found a fairly comfortable position on his knees, his forearms resting on the top of the backseat, back slightly arched to push his pale ass out invitingly.

Stiles couldn't stop himself from looking at Derek over his shoulder. He wanted to see his expression as he drank in the sight. And what he saw made his hard cock throb and jump between his spread legs. "Come on, big bad wolf... dinner is served..." he rattled hoarsely and so damn turned on and aching for the alpha that it was starting to get unbearable.

Stiles on all fours was nearly too much for Derek’s brain to take. It forced him to lean against the door tightly so the other had all the room to kneel like this. Another tattoo had revealed itself, large and prominent, right where Derek's own tattoo was inked, one easily recognized. The Celtic Tree of Life, which was an important part of Druid history and magic. Stiles had already started on his journey without even knowing fully what he was signing up for. Leaning in, he wanted to touch that damn tattoo with his tongue, only to pause with a snicker at Stiles' words.

"Your sexy talk is terrible," Derek groaned with a huff of laughter, a fondness on his face because yeah, that was exactly right. Shaking his head, he settled in a more comfortable position behind his boyfriend.

"My sexy talk is just fine, Derek!" Stiles pouted a bit, but it quickly disappeared when the other man moved closer. He could feel his body heat slamming against him and he really hoped that something else will soon do the same too...

Delicious parts was also right. Derek’s fingers caressed along the pale skin, noting all the moles but there were too many to count. With two hands full of firm globes, he parted them to reveal the tight pucker he was after, his thumbs brushing along the crack reverently. Lube would have ruined the taste, even one with taste added because they were pretty bad for a werewolf with too many taste buds to appreciate chemical strawberry.

Some sweat had gathered but it was all too dry so he leaned closer, collecting saliva in his mouth. The thick glob was dribbled on the entrance without a sound, before a warm tongue followed, spreading the wetness around it, making the skin slick and shiny. The flavor of Stiles hit his mouth, salty sweat and musk, a very distant hint of soap. There was nothing clean about what they were doing, he didn't want this to be clean or artificial. Licking around the pucker, the tip of his tongue attempted penetration before going back to licking and sucking, coaching the furrowed skin to open up for him.

Stiles gasped for air then bit his lip the second Derek's fingers parted his ass cheeks. It was so... hot, because Stiles saw how he looked at his opening. It made him shiver and clench it unwittingly. But the moment he felt spit dripping on it and then that hot tongue smearing it, the younger man groaned long and loud. It's been a while he could experience something like this and he just wanted to die from the fact that he was right about Derek's stubble again. It was stimulating and reddening his skin just like he imagined it would.

His fingers dug deeper into the backseat and he arched his back some more, lightly rocking his ass against Derek's mouth.

"Holy shit... Jesus... Derek! More!" he groaned, his thighs starting to tremble, fresh drops of pre-cum sliding down on his dick. His magic was swirling, swelling, throbbing in anticipation, just like Stiles' body, which he tried to relax as much as he could to let that fucking perfect tongue in faster.

Their first blow jobs were frantic and needy, and right now Derek was planning on taking his time with it, no matter how much Stiles was urging him on. This was going to be their first time together, so he wanted it to be good, despite the setting. Doing it in the Camaro did have an ironic twist to it, though. He was sure that the scent of leather was going to be forever associated with this very moment. And the creaking of said leather each time one of them moved made it even dirtier.

Stiles was wired and tense at first, too eager to be able to relax but as he got hornier, it went easier for Derek to push his tongue in. It was tight at first, the muscle slowly giving the more his tongue licked around it until he could fuck it in and out with ease, spit coating the way. He wanted to use his fingers but that meant using lube and it would ruin the rimming so for now he settled on just his mouth. Thumbs kept Stiles open for him so he could dive in deep, sucking at the hole with his lips. The taste was all Stiles now, especially when relaxed like this.

"I'm going to make you come on my tongue alone," Derek muttered heatedly, not sure if it was possible because he couldn't reach as deep with his tongue as he could with his fingers. Everything was wet and open so he risked a split slicked finger, pressing it in with only the tip at first, making sure it wasn't too dry. It felt okay so it pressed deeper, sinking in past the second knuckle where it settled for a moment. He had a finger inside Stiles, and it felt so good. It looked even better. Fumbling for a lube package, the slippery stuff was going to make the fingering easier.

"Jesus fuck... I'm gonna come just from you saying such things..." Stiles corrected Derek with a breathy laugh, which quickly turned into another loud moan. He had no idea Derek Hale was so invested in doing such things, but he was definitely loving it. If someone asked Stiles how this felt, he could have given them a thesis and it would never come close to the real feeling.

Bending his head down, he propped his forehead against his arm and lightly moved his nicely opening up ass against the eager mouth and even more eager and exploring finger, wanting it to go deeper and harder.

Looking back at Derek over his shoulder and seeing him so lost in eating him out and fingering him was such a rush to him that Stiles had to quickly reach between his legs to press down on the base of his cock not to come too soon. It seemed it was his turn to do so.

"So come. You're going to come again before I'm done with you." It wasn't pride making him say it, it wasn't a promise either – it was a fact. Because every time they touched it felt like it was too much so actually doing it was going to be beyond what they were even capable of processing.

The slick clear fluid from the package was leaked onto the finger as he nearly pulled it out all the way and he used his middle finger to warm it up, having two wet fingers now. They both slid in easily, the pucker fully relaxed along with the tight channel as the two digits demanded space. It was all opening up the moment he twisted them and pulled them out before pushing in again.

The fingering wasn't hurried, he took his time to watch the two tug along the rim, making it puffy and red as it was being prepped. It sounded wet and slick thanks to more lube, but he hadn't found the actual prize yet. It took some thrusts, some angling of the fingers before they slid along the bundle of flesh there. Not always sensitive for all men but those usually weren't into bottoming.

"Come for me, Stiles."

He was going to use the come to slick it all up even more, it was going to need more than two fingers and some lube for this to not be painful. Obviously Stiles was experienced though, his body accepted the tongue and fingers a little too easily to not being used to being opened up.

Stiles' voice took up a desperate undertone as he kept moving against the slicked up fingers and listened to those fucking hot words. His self-control was wrecked by both and they didn't even get to the main course yet! How was this even possible?! He never got turned on so much that he literally couldn't see straight. Or that he would get to the very brink from just his partner saying such things...

It very much sounded to him like an order from the alpha... his alpha... and the curling up fingers rubbing against his prostate were doing the trick oh sooo well... It took only a few rubs to make him produce some guttural, feral sounds. He held onto his throbbing cock, pulling on it a few times as his amber-colored magic made Stiles and the air around him sizzle as he came hard, crying out Derek's name, ass clamping down hard on the rubbing fingers.

It left him breathless and blind, panting for air while his energies were pulsing and rolling off him in waves. He didn't care about messing up the leather of the seat or his hand. He was swimming high on pleasure, whole body trembling in bliss and repeating Derek's name like a mantra.

The scent of come was so thick now in the car, it was going to take weeks for it to air out and Derek secretly loved it. The thought of having his car smell like Stiles and of them. Without mercy, the fingers kept on sliding in and out of the now loose hole, avoiding the prostate for a moment though. It was going to be too sensitive so shortly after an orgasm, it wouldn't be pleasurable, it would be painful. Collecting the spent semen with his other hand before it cooled down, he pushed it within the human, adding a third finger.

God, he was so hard it was starting to become painful for him too but not yet, not just yet. The three fingers did make it gape more, it refused to close even when he pulled his fingers out so he used his thumb, pushing the thickest digit inside, watching it disappear so very easily. Stiles was ready for more, the body clearly up to receive something bigger and as much as he loved to watch his thumb caress the swollen skin of the pucker and dip inside to make it open up, he wanted to last. Not push inside and come too soon because he had waited too long.

With some regret, the wolf pulled his fingers out, kissing one ass cheek. "Get on your back, there's not enough room for me to do it like this." And he wanted to see his face as he pushed in, wanted to kiss his breath away and inhale those sounds to make them his forever.

Reaching for the second package, he used that lube to coat it on his own erection along with the sticky semen still clinging to his fingers. The seat was going to need some deep cleaning after today before anybody could sit on it. Deep cleaning.

The fingers playing in him while he was coming and even after that made Stiles moan repeatedly and hide his flushed and slightly sweaty face against his arm. Derek was so much more than he thought when it came to sex. He was scarce with words like this too. He rather acted than spoke in such situations as well and Stiles was more than fine with it. He was addicted already. He also admired the wolf's control and stamina, because in a reversed role he wasn't sure he would be so patient...

His limbs felt like jelly as he forced himself to obey and move onto his back. He was not completely ready to face Derek just yet, but he wanted to. And he wasn't disappointed by the sight...

Naked, muscular, determined and hard as a rock. Stiles drank in the sight, burning it into his memory as he opened his trembling legs for Derek with an aching he never felt before.

His hands reached out and pulled him in, right into the swirling orbit of his being. His energies wrapped around him like a thick and warm blanket. Golden swirling around red powers.

Caressing, comforting, coaxing for more...

He slid a slightly trembling hand down Derek's chest and abs to rest on his solar plexus by his navel. He could feel that string of their connection curl around his wrist, thickening and pulling them close. It was such a warm feeling that it made Stiles close his eyes before he would tear up. It was beautiful and painful at the same time because it was searching, yearning.

He kissed Derek as his free hand slid onto his ass, body slightly arching as a sign that he was ready. That he needed this. Needed more. Needed all...

It was too much, as Derek had known it would be. The moment Stiles pulled him in, it was like sinking into a bath of hot lava and he wasn't getting burned. No, he was being consumed. The warmth enveloped him, stringing him along until he had no idea where Stiles started and he ended. The magic was everywhere, pulsing around them, almost edging him along to complete what he has started. And it should scare him… this should be scaring him, only it wasn't. How could home be scary? How could he push away what made him feel again?

Settled between those limber legs, he pushed against the inviting wetness he had worked so hard on to open up. It was sticky with lube and come as Derek pushed forward. His large girth breached the tightness and he moaned into the kiss, unable to stop now. Instead of giving Stiles time to adjust at the initial penetration, he pushed in all the way so smoothly. It was then he held still. He had to.

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