6: Truths and Training – part 2

Stiles' world was seriously narrowing down on Derek with each passing moment. Like tunnel vision, which made him ignore his dad all together and obediently followed Derek upstairs, without noticing walking quieter than before. And it had nothing to do with the volume of the TV. He wanted to give Derek a good comeback for not talking about his rut, but they were walking upstairs towards his bedroom (more fluttering insects in his belly, but this time they were joined by hot jabs of lust too). Oh, and he had the best view of Derek's firm round ass in jeans, so if he started salivating a bit like a hormonal teenager, he didn't care.

The second the door to his (their?) room closed and he blindly locked it, he was crowding in, reaching for the edge of Derek's shirt which Stiles pulled off without any problems. Though there was a breathless huff of laughter from Derek at Stiles being captured by his own shirt, the wolf pulling it off the rest of the way himself and letting it drop on the floor somewhere in the room. Then Stiles leaned against the door with his back and pulled Derek in by hooking his fingers into the front of his jeans – yes, they did brush against that deliciously hot base with that – and clashed their lips together hungrily.

Stiles knew he wasn't thinking, but he was burning up. The urge for more pulling on his insides, the butterflies turning into writhing small snakes of desire. The long fingers did manage to quickly undo the belt then fumble with the jeans until he shoved his hand deep inside. He groaned satisfied (and a bit like dying) from the heat and the hardness he found there. His brain felt like short-circuiting from the sensation as Derek's velvety warm skin slid into his hand. In the next moment he gently pulled it free and also bit and suckled on the other man's bottom lip.

He loved this. He loved the passion, the hunger, the taste, the scent, the stubble burning his skin, the heat of the other body and that throbbing hardness fitting so perfectly in his hand as he was slowly but firmly pumping it as they were kissing like there was no tomorrow.

Still grinning, Derek let his mate pull him closer, feeling the dip of cool fingers brush along his erection, on purpose no doubt, so he pushed his slender hips against Stiles' to grind together while they were kissing.

Their kissing mirrored their needs. It was frantic and hungry, sucking on their tongues like starving men needing a taste. Derek moaned into the kiss when he felt a hand just push inside of his tight jeans to grip him fully and pull him from his pants into the cold air of the room. It did nothing to lessen the heat of his hardened flesh, instead he moaned into their kiss, his hips giving a little thrust when the hand started moving up and down his length. Like before, everything was forgotten and maybe they had waited too long because it felt like they were burning up with this intense need to blend together.

His hands were on Stiles' arms, running up and down before moving to caress the muscular chest, finding the nicely developed pecs and nipples to brush his hands along. His thumbs caressed the hardened nubs, intending on getting his hands on what he could scent was an urgent and hard matter going on in his mate's pants. But he didn't get much of a chance. Stiles, clever as he always was, used his magic to feed his strength and Derek found himself whirled around and pressed against the door. It made him growl playfully, nipping at Stiles' lower lip but even those pulled away. The wolf frowned.

It was so hot. Not just (seemingly) the temperature of the room, but the way they were touching. How Derek was touching and teasing him, making his body get covered in goose bumps. The rubbing of his sensitive nipples sending hot jolts of lust into Stiles’ own groin, his pants getting too tight from it. Not that he minded. Instead – he unwittingly – used enough force to get Derek plastered against the door with a soft thud. Stiles was surprised from his own strength only for a moment before he pulled back enough to grin into the green eyes, his own hands quickly working on opening his own belt and jeans, but he didn't push them down just yet. It was enough for him to ease the pressure for now.

No, his focus was on the cutely frowning wolf and he didn't waste any more time. "Oh don't worry... you're gonna love this just as much as I..." Stiles promised. His lips and teeth found Derek's warm neck for sucking up a few marks of his which would disappear way too soon, he knew. But it didn't stop Stiles from letting his lips and tongue slide down to one hard nipple, returning the previous gesture with the difference that he was licking, sucking and lightly biting on the hard nub. His hand never stopped massaging him, smearing pre-cum down the impressive shaft. Stiles also loved the fact that Derek was this hard only for him. He was doing this to Derek and no one else.

Arching his back, Derek pushed into the touches when his nipples were licked and nibbled on, uncaring of the sounds they were making – the TV was very loud now anyways. There was a steady leaking of pre-cum smearing along the hand as the younger man kept up the stroking of his uncut cock, making it firmly stand up. He had been the one to make the decision to have sex, initiating it by pulling Stiles upstairs and it felt freeing. To want to do this, to feel arousal and not feel ashamed, to be encouraged to try whatever he wanted and have somebody eager to explore with him. Not once had he felt uncomfortable or dirty, it was all natural, nothing forced.

By then Stiles dropped to his knees and met the other man's gaze with his playful one, making it pretty clear what was about to happen... And then his tongue darted out and licked along Derek's length. The taste coaxed a satisfied moan from Stiles, some of his magic sparkling against Derek's skin like golden dust as he kept licking him with long even licks. Like a hungry big cat playing with his dinner.

Then he all of a sudden opened his mouth wider and sucked nearly half of it in his mouth with one go. Not gagging on Derek just yet was something Stiles was proud of, but it didn't stop him from continuing the bobbing of his head, the small satisfied sounds resonating through the hard shaft between his stretched and moist lips.

Derek’s head thudded against the door hard when his mate dropped down to his knees to lick him, and for a moment bright sparks of pain traveled along the back of his neck as he half-laughed and half-moaned at being reduced to the clumsy one. The magic acted up as well, little sparks of pure heat added to the feeling of a warm, wet tongue and it was only the strength of his muscles in his legs that kept them from buckling when Stiles decided to fully go down on him. Warmth surrounded him, taking him deep and he couldn't help but moan loudly at that.

Fingers found strands of hair to tug at, but he didn't lead the moving of Stiles' head, he let him set the pace of how deep he could take it. "Don't jerk off, got other plans for that," Derek warned with a rough voice in case his mate had plans to use the opened up jeans of his own. They seemed to find themselves in this situation often where they were half-dressed when having sex, mostly because they either did it in places they could get caught at or were around people to get caught by. There was something erotic about still having clothes on, the rough scratching of the denim along his legs and testicles. With having a daughter, he had taken to wearing tight boxer briefs even though he preferred going nude.

Leaning against the door more, Derek sagged downwards somewhat, as much as the pants let him, to open his legs more and ease off the pressure.

The tasty cock in Stiles’ mouth muffled a light laugh from Derek's awesome sounds. They sent a pleasurable shiver down Stiles' back each time, also making himself proud for being able to coax such – louder than expected – noises from his man. Like in everything, Stiles was usually the louder one, but it seemed sex with him was becoming an exception for the usually quiet wolf. Which made the younger man's chest swell even more with pride. Looking up at Derek again, seeing him already so wrecked was even better than in any of his wet dreams and fantasies he had had of this gorgeous male.

He slid the hard shaft out of his mouth only when he heard Derek's demand. He could've ignored it, push against it and do what he wanted, because he doubted the other would stop him, but he was curious about what the Hale had in store for him, so he obeyed and stayed on his slightly protesting knees while his hand worked his saliva further down on the hard cock. And boy, it was an exciting sight and feeling for Stiles! It wasn't the first time he was sucking Derek, but he still couldn't get enough of it. He doubted he would ever...

"Can't wait to experience those plans. But first..." Stiles winked up at him, understanding the meaning of the body's shift in front of him, so he pulled the jeans lower on the muscular thighs, the tight briefs coming down with it too. Then he just took a moment to appreciate the sight, to feast his eyes on Derek. "Did I mention before how beautiful and hot you are?" he asked, moving forward a bit as he gently angled the shaft towards Derek's tummy so he could lick and suckle on the heavy balls, moaning from the salty taste and the intense musky scent that filled his nose. He was far from innocent as he closed his eyes, long eyelashes fanning across flushed cheeks, and was enjoying his treat to the fullest. He made sure to give some thorough attention to Derek's balls with his lips and tongue while his hand kept slowly jerking him too.

The winking, the saucy looks thrown his way while Stiles was on his knees before him, it was almost too much. Especially when being bared like that, touched and caressed. Praised for his looks even though he was leaning against the door with his pants pulled halfway down as he used his back for support and to remain standing.

Being called pretty or handsome or beautiful, it happened often, even from strangers. It rarely had the effect people thought it would have because he never knew how to react to it, but Stiles... he didn't mean it in the way so many meant it. He had seen inside Derek, had touched his soul and known the Hale long enough to know his personality by now. And he still thought he was beautiful and that, that meant more to him than all those compliments combined. He flushed, leaning his head back to attempt to hide it as his balls were getting attention.

From Stiles’ actions it was clear that he loved sucking cock and that he had had some practice in it in the past too. It was no secret that he had male lovers and truth be told, it showed from the small satisfied noises too that he enjoyed this form of sex a lot. Like with pretty much everything, his whole focus was on pleasuring his mate, wanting him to enjoy this – and maybe wreck him for everyone else. (Not that it was likely that there was ever going to be anyone else but his mate for the rest of Derek's life. But it couldn't hurt to try doing that, right?)

"Love your taste and scent so much..." he said hoarsely then licked his way up on the underside of the cock, tracing a vein with his tongue before sucking Derek right back in, letting him slide to the back of his throat. He made sure to hollow his cheeks and wrap his mouth tighter around him with each bob of his head, glowing eyes glued to the face swimming in pleasure.

Stiles knew what he was doing, and he was good at it, he took Derek deep, made him wet, caressed him to stimulate him even more. The human went for it eventually, bobbing his head and sucked at the same time, hand wrapped around the base to guide the movements. He looked beautiful with thick lashes framing his eyes, his mouth and throat bulged obscenely, spit dripping down his mouth as he took the thick erection. Derek almost forgot to breathe watching him like that, his hips moving slightly with little jerks while pleasure was building. He wasn't as pent up as he had been their first times so he was able to hold off longer but considering their time and the fact he wanted to take care of Stiles as well, he didn't fight it for too long.

"Stiles, I'm about to..." As if the tight coil of his body wasn't even enough warning, or the way his breathing hitched. It wasn't even seconds later that he painted the back of his mate's throat, body shuddering in pure surrender. There was no knot, he carefully controlled it from popping.

And then he remembered he should breathe again, leaving him panting against the door, the human's lips slick with his cum so he slid down to his knees to cup Stiles by the back of his neck, kissing him to taste himself. The salty bitter and frothy feeling of his own release coating his tongue. It made it easier to crowd over his mate, making him lie back on the carpet with a werewolf hovering over him. He spit on his hand, a glob of saliva and cum to reach behind himself, finding a very hard cock to coat it with.

Stiles was expecting the warning coming soon since he could feel and hear just how much Derek was tensing up. He was ready, though, and swallowed eagerly, drinking the essence of his mate with delight and satisfied moans around the spurting cock until there was nothing left. He wanted to lick Derek clean, chase every last drop until none was left, but he wasn't allowed. Not that he would protest against the new program. He went with it, moaning into Derek's mouth as their tongues met, sharing the remaining cum in a dirty and wet kiss.

His cock was painfully hard by then, throbbing under his loosened pants. The steady hand on the back of his neck though seemed to ground him enough to gain some control over his body, which laid back, pulling Derek with him as much as he could. He loved the wolf from this perspective too. Blocking out the whole world with his wide shoulders, his full attention on him, eyes hazy – traces of red in the irises – stubbly cheeks flushed and body more relaxed from the orgasm...

"Holy crap!" Stiles groaned nearly as loud as Derek did before. The slick palm wrapping around his aching member did that. Eyes rolling back into his head, he arched his back and his hips tried to buck up into the firm grip. "D-Derek!" he panted with the man's nearly overwhelming taste still in his mouth. His nails dug into the rippling muscles and his whole body shuddered. The touch of a mate was special and in that the books were right.

"Shhhh," Derek told him, his thumb brushing over the head to spread some of the pre-cum around the skin to wet it properly. His knees were around Stiles' hips, one hand still at the back of his neck. "Keep it down." He loved seeing Stiles like this, giving into him now, spread out like a feast for the wolf to devour. Eyes closed, needy pants gasping from the lips which were still breathing out the smell of cum. Derek's pants were now stuck on one leg because he couldn't straddle his mate if he still was trapped in the jeans-cage.

For a brief moment he wondered if he should warn Stiles of what he was about to do but he decided against it. Even though the human was probably going to get very loud very soon. Using his own relaxed after orgasm state, he guided the slicked up erection, pressing it against himself. It was probably too dry and too soon, there had been no preparation but he was werewolf, he'd heal and he wanted this. At first all he did was fumble, it wasn't as smooth as he had been aiming for but once the erection was past the first ring of muscles, the rest of his body opened up to allow for full penetration all the way. Derek quietly shuddered, feeling the coarse pubic hairs pressing against his ass-cheeks, his insides a burning path of fire and he didn't know if it was because of the magic or because of the no prep.

It felt good, the pain was a way to feel and it healed far too quickly to fully enjoy the benefits of the pain but.... now he could enjoy the benefits of the surprise sex he sprung on his mate. His eyes were full on red now as he looked down at Stiles, making sure he was okay with this as well.

Stiles was literally speechless and he had to remind himself to breathe. In and out. Just breathe. His body tensed and as the surprise ebbed down somewhat, his mouth opened on a strangled noise, veins popped out on his neck from the effort to keep it low. He didn't expect the surprise sex to take such a turn, but he put up no protest, even if for a moment the burn and tight hotness seemed to be too much.

As a shiver ran down his spine, Stiles exhaled long to release some of the tension and forced his eyes to open and feast on the muscular body over him. Taking him. Keeping him pinned against the floor. Capturing his painfully hard erection, which kept oozing like crazy, certainly making the upcoming sliding motions easier. But for now – while Derek's ass was still getting used to his size, Stiles grabbed onto his hips firmly. For a moment he wasn't sure if he wanted to stop him from moving or making him move. Those few long moments while their bodies were just locked together, frozen, only their panting breaking the silence of the room, Stiles looked into the red eyes.

It was funny how dreading that color of alphas has changed for Stiles during the years. And it all started with Derek. Back when he first became alpha, then Scott got his own red eyes to make Stiles get used to the fact that not all alphas were homicidal psychopaths. Now... now he loved the red eyes of this wolf – especially when he was looking down at him like this.

He didn't care that they could hear the TV from downstairs or that his dad was in the house. He didn't care that his skin was probably going to get some carpet burn, or that they weren't completely undressed. He focused on Derek as a few amber-colored tendrils were visibly and slowly crawling forward onto Stiles' collarbones and shoulders as his magic was awakening from being physically one with his mate. He kept a firmer grip on it than before, though, and as he divided his attention between keeping it steady and watching Derek, his nails dug deeper into the warm skin as he began slowly circling his hips to make more room for his own cock in the depths of that maddening heat.

For a long moment they had both been quiet, panting through the feeling of Stiles being encased by Derek without any kind of warning that it was going to go that way. It had been too much too soon but it felt so good, to have that thick hardness inside of him, to have the firm grip of his mate's hands on his hips in an almost bruising hold – if werewolves could bruise for long, to feel the nails press into his skin. They weren't sharp enough to do more than the hint of a promise to gauge. Stiles had probably kept them blunt and short for his job, while Derek's nails were short because he used his hands too much to even need to clip them.

The magic made itself known again, trickling along the skin but not yet breaching the wolf, restrained to Stiles and it was curious how it seemed to swell each time they had penetrative sex. As if them making love was like a battery to make the magic load to full capacity or over it. The two of them were breathing harshly, eyes locked, sweat coating their skin in a light sheen and then Stiles moved. A slow little hip shimmy to create movement, testing the way the erection was gripped tight and making the muscles relax more.

Derek put some pressure on his knees to move up, barely enough to be considered a move, only enough to be able to sink down and spread the wetness he had felt. It was like taking a fist up there without the proper lubrication, far more pressure on his walls and it was a feeling he decided he liked. Breathing out harshly, he repeated it, slowly, sitting up more so he could sink back down and take it a little deeper. Not once did he look away, mouth opened in a soundless gasp because it felt different to go so slow, to keep eyes locked and watch every reaction play out on that smooth-skinned face.

It was difficult to remember breathing as he watched Stiles, siting up to let the erection slide out almost all the way just so he could very slowly sink back down and watch the human's mouth open on a shiver of pure arousal. It was unreal that they could do this, that he could have Stiles beneath him like this, render him silent. It was a heady kind of feeling.

The man underneath could feel the magic thrumming in his veins, right under his skin, making it seem to glow a bit in a golden hue for those who had eye for such things. He was also under a different kind of magic or spell as he was watching Derek in awe. He loved this for more reasons than one. Like the fact that Derek Hale – his mate! – was finally slowly riding his dick on his bedroom floor (yes, he had such a fantasy as a teen too!). Or because the wolf felt... more relaxed, more curious than his usual self, so for a change Stiles stayed silent and let him experiment with what and how he liked. Derek had told him that sex wasn't a main priority in his life before and that he didn't explore it that much. Well, until Stiles, it seems. But he did recognize that this was good for both of them.

For Derek it was both a healing process and a way to tune in more with himself (to discover an until now mostly unknown side of him), and a way to open up for his mate too, strengthen their bond. (There was no coincidence that sex was considered a powerful exchange of energies with the right person.) For Stiles it was getting pleasure from it, of course, but more importantly getting the chance to see Derek like this...

One hand stayed on his hip, slightly helping Derek, the other sliding up onto his side and stomach, tracing the flexing muscles, playing with a few hairs here and there. A few sparks ran along his arm from the tendrils and over to Derek's warm skin like a gentle greeting, not trying to overwhelm or anything like that.

As Derek fell into a kind of slow rhythm, Stiles' hips joined in, making them move in perfect sync, panting his pleasure, heart beating faster but kinda in time with Derek's. His hands never stopped holding and caressing his side, stomach or thigh. His encouraging eyes slightly glowing and never leaving the red ones. There was pleasure and something far deeper and gentler in them.

Stiles' magic looked like golden veins simmering under the skin, much like how it looked when Derek pulled pain, but with magic there was this static load in the air, making hairs stand up with touch, creating goose bumps. This wasn't sex, this wasn't mating, this was something more than that, with the way they moved in sync. Stiles met upwards as soon as Derek would grind down, the human's feet firmly planted on the floor to have more strength in the hips and the Hale hovered over him, impaling himself as slowly as he could with these soundless gasps.

The burning in his ass had made place for the feeling of being full and slick and he regretted that he couldn't see the erection disappear within him, he could only feel it and see each hip roll reflected in his mate's face.

"I'm going to ride you until you fill me up with magic and semen," Derek croaked out breathlessly. He could go on forever if he needed to, focused only on that cock firmly lodged inside and the way Stiles looked at him.

Maybe it wasn't just the magic awakening, but it was also Derek's sexuality. Exploring with Stiles was going to be amazing. Each time they even just kissed it was more intense than the last time and never boring or repetitive. He could never get enough of this! He might be thinking of investing in a cock ring to keep Stiles hard until he was begging for release while Derek rode him on the floor. It was impossible between them to last for long, their bonds too intense to not give into that curl of pleasure but since he had come not long ago, he wasn't in a rush and hoped to keep Stiles inside of him for a while longer.

"Jesus fuck, Derek! The things you say..." Stiles said on a desperate voice, his whole body shuddering with pleasure, not to mention his cock throbbing hard from the hoarse comment. Not that Stiles minded it. Such (and dirtier) talk was a major turn on for him and it showed in all the reactions of his body. The comment was also sobering a bit for him from being under the spell of watching Derek growing (pun intended) in his sexuality. Yet it also pushed Stiles deeper under. "Yes, please... I want that," he glimpsed at the marked forearm to see the rune there. He knew they weren't going to connect that way because there was no need for that ritual, but he could find a way to make his magic do the trick for Derek.

"You know that... having sex is a good way to practice my control? So..." he panted, sliding his hands from Derek's hip and thigh onto his ass to squeeze it hard "the more we do it... the better for our bonds and my control..." he laughed hoarsely and slightly out of breath, giving Derek a slightly harder buck upwards. Two can play this game, as they say...

Concentrating a bit, he loosened his grip a bit on his magic, seeing from the corner of his eye as the tendrils grew faster and more of his veins began shimmering in amber. This opportunity invigorated him again and instead of staying in the mostly passive role, he took action in his hands too. Namely, the firm butt that he kept kneading for a few long moments then reached up to take hold of Derek's nape.

"Make sure you get hard until then, because I want your come marking me as yours again," he whispered against Derek's lips then kissed him. Slowly but deeply at first. The second his palm made contact with the wolf's nape, more sparks ran down on Derek's back.

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