7: Into the Night – part 2

Since the sheets of the bed needed a washing anyways, he didn't bother with towels. Instead he manhandled Stiles easily with him, putting him over his shoulder the moment they were out of the quickly emptying tub. Their skin was soft and not that slippery, the oil soaked into the skin so it had been a terrible excuse to get back in bed, an oddly placed joke the Hale was known for because not everybody got his sense of humor.

"The bed is very messed up, that's your fault." To emphasize that, he smacked the younger man on the ass, drops of water flying because of it. Leaving wet imprints, he walked over to the bed, dropping the other wet body on it as he stood at the foot of it.

Stiles knew he had won the moment Derek unplugged the bathtub. Though his victory comment turned into a girlish squeak when he was manhandled onto the werewolf's shoulder. The world tilted from that perspective, but he found a very nice view (namely Derek's naked ass), so he stopped with the flailing of his hands and steadied himself with planting them just above the gorgeous globes for the short duration he was being carried back to the bed. It wasn't that bad of an experience to start complaining. Either way those would've been turned into the horny moan that escaped him when his ass was slapped. He had told Derek before that he liked that during sex and hoped it was not just to "scold" him, but a sign that he remembered it and wasn't shy to use it "against" him. He was still hooked on the slight burning sensation on his slapped skin when he was unceremoniously dropped on the bed, bouncing a bit from the impact.

The promise of experimenting was all nice and well but Derek had no clue where to even start. It wasn't that they had discussed much what they liked, it was mostly them having to try it out to see if there was a liking. Derek didn't watch much porn so he didn't know what there was all out there. But he did know one thing. Reaching for Stiles, he grabbed him by the ankle and pulled him close so they could kiss, it was a good start no matter what. He loved kissing Stiles, to taste him, to explore his mouth and caress his tongue. To steal his breaths and his moans by swallowing it all.

Stiles’ cock gave a serious throb and Stiles' eyes darkened with pure lust when he was once again manhandled by his ankle just to be buried under all those fine muscles. He kissed back blindly and hungrily, slender fingers brushing and groping the broad back as he shamelessly wrapped his legs around the equally wet body. The younger man let Derek dominate the kiss with setting the pace and welcoming his tongue in his mouth. His whole body felt warm and tingling as lust now slammed into him full force.

"I just love how you spank and manhandle me..." he whispered breaking the kiss for a moment just to dive back in. "I also love it when you grab me firmer... leaving your marks on my skin... Or when I'm held down by hands or some ties... Oh... even better when that hand is across my mouth to keep it shut or on my throat for some light pressure as I'm 'forced' to take it..." Stiles babbled, stealing short pecks from the moist lips. Stating these was Stiles' way to start telling Derek what he liked in bed (and they never did or barely brushed upon) and what Derek could experiment with if he needed some guidelines.

Stiles wasn't stupid either with listing off ALL the things he liked in bed. One, because he didn't want to make Derek feel uncomfortable about him being the more experienced. Two, not wanting to come off as a slut instead of someone who knows what he likes and isn't ashamed of it. And three, not wanting to scare Derek off, because this was about encouraging him.

"Are you healed enough to take it?" Forced or not, Derek wasn't into causing his mate the kind of pain that would mean days of discomfort where sitting would create a stabbing feeling because humans healed slower. Sure, he was planning on making use of the lube royally but considering what they had done the night before, he wanted to make sure his mate was able to handle what he was about to dish out. And else they could easily switch it to the other way around.

He also didn't think he'd enjoy seeing Stiles covered in deep dark bruises from head to toe, especially if they were ones he had caused. Some to lay claim he was fine with, and hickeys, he loved making those. In fact, he was planning on leaving two or three on Stiles' neck for all to see because he doubted the younger man was going to wear a scarf to cover it up, he loved being marked way too much. Reversing that was mostly a waste of time, they weren't there long enough for either one of them to enjoy it. Not that it kept Stiles from trying, nibbling and sucking at the werewolf skin each time to see if there was going to be something longer.

There was no offer of what he liked himself because this was about Stiles and what he wanted. Stiles had already figured out Derek had enjoyed the spanking as well. They were probably well-matched in likes and dislikes in bed. His hand caressed the ankle he had grabbed, soothing the skin before he moved upwards, to the inside of the milky white thighs. "Do you want me to give it to you?"

"Yeah, I'm not a fragile flower, you know... Just a bit sensitive. Nothing a good preparing and a generous amount of lube wouldn't help with," Stiles snorted and opened his legs wider for Derek to give him more room. "I also think that I heal faster on my own thanks to our bonds and my magic," he mused. "Oh and your super effective oil," he chuckled, running a slender hand along the bulging chest, playfully pinching and rubbing a nipple. His way of repaying the same motion from before in the tub.

"But if you are so concerned about my sexy ass' well-being..." he sighed dramatically, adding an eye-roll for good measure too "then you can take me slower as I'm lying on my side. That position relaxes my ass the most," he shrugged, letting the hardened nipple go to lightly scratch his blunt nails down on Derek's abs. Fuck, he was so hot leaning over him like that, his scent wafting towards him from the still wet skin. The remaining water drops were too much of an alluring tease and Stiles found himself pushing himself up on his forearm to kiss and lick some of them off the wolf's shoulder and collarbone.

"I miss you from inside me like crazy," the human mumbled and didn't know if that desire was fueled by the mate bond or not, but it was the truth. Even with Derek right there and their bonds strong and magic settled in them, he felt kinda incomplete without their bodies and souls connected. Perhaps until Derek gets the other side of his soul back, that tiny nagging feeling will always stay in Stiles' mind. But of course, he didn't say that out loud. Derek felt guilty enough for Stiles' soul being tied to an incomplete one. That ritual couldn't come soon enough, because the young emissary wanted to help on him and make Derek stop feeling guilty about that. Not that he had high hopes that in case they succeeded, it wouldn't bring more shit to the table, but at least they might be able to work through those in due time.

Derek knew, he knew his mate was anything but a fragile flower. He was sturdy, resourceful, bounced back quicker than most would. But he was still a mortal human without werewolf healing, and they didn't know how much their connection would help Stiles heal so it wasn't something he'd bank on so easily until they knew for sure. Watching him limp after a rigorous lovemaking would probably fuel his guilt for being too rough even when the other didn't mind it, encouraged pain. With having half a soul, Derek feared he'd start to care too little about the pain he'd inflict so he was very careful.

Muscles twitched when blunt nails raked down his abs, leaving red trails in their wake which disappeared before they even fully registered. The tongue did register, oh yeah, that feeling fully registered, making him breathe a little harsher, pupils widening. The heated words doing nothing to make him less eager. If anything, he was almost tempted to forego prep and slather lube on his rapidly filling erection to slide in home, the thought of being inside the warm tightness enough to take away any form of thinking. So he answered with a moan, because yes, he missed being inside Stiles as well.

"Roll on your side," Derek told his mate hoarsely as he reached for the lube so he'd have it on hand, waiting for the human to make room on the bed so he could settle behind him. It would give him the perfect position to also reach around and help out Stiles hopefully repeatedly. As soon as the body was in position, he helped raise one leg to bend at the knee and rest a little higher as the other. Derek's lips kissed the back of the human's neck, breathing along the skin to lick at the shell of an ear. "I'm going to knot you, would you like that? Taking my knot like the first time."

It wasn't easy to breathe evenly whenever Derek was this close to him, but what he asked only made Stiles' heart speed up like crazy, a rush of blood flooding his mind just to go straight to his groin, making his cock throb and fill to its full glory quickly. He was in position on his side, Derek's hand moving him the way he wanted him to be and that in itself was a turn on too for the eager human. Just like the hoarse voice of Derek, which could always move something very primal deep inside of him. A longing that resonated with that basic need in the beast over him.

Stiles shivered from the kiss on his nape and the hot breath puffing against his ear. The words that came after that made his whole body tense then relax, the guttural groan needy and edging on a whine of want. He vividly remembered that first time in the back of the Camaro, being surprise-knotted by Derek. It was so fucking intense that even just thinking about it made Stiles leak a few drops of pre-cum, his hand pulling Derek's to his front.

"Fuck yes!" he breathed, head already spinning. He didn't exactly know how knotting worked for born wolves, but he knew from first hand that he loved being the recipient of it very fucking much. Plus he wanted to satisfy his mate to the fullest, so there was that. Sliding his hand from Derek's to a pale ass cheek of his own, Stiles grabbed it to pull on it, exposing himself for his mate as he turned his head to take a glimpse of the wolf's eyes with his needy ones. It blew his mind how Derek went from overprotective to wanting to knot the hell out of him. But he loved it very, very much!

"Knot me, Derek... I want all of you inside of me..." he licked into the wolf's mouth.

"Stiles..." He had to go and present himself by revealing his hole, showing it to invite him in and oh god, how he wanted to be inside there. To let his mate feel just how much he needed him, Derek pressed his weeping erection against the tight hole, not pushing in, just nudging there to smear the little dribble of wetness along the puckered skin. "Stop making me want to take you like this, dry and without prep." The tease that he was knew exactly how to push Derek and get him right where he wanted him and of course the Hale let him, there wasn't anything he wouldn't let the young man do.

Hungrily the kiss was returned, taking over because he felt like that's what his mate needed of him right now, to lead and dominate even though it was so much easier for him to let the human take control. It was why he was glad Stiles was his usual bossy self even in bed, even when he bottomed, as if he knew the werewolf needed some guiding. Sucking on the tongue, he uncapped the tube and slicked his fingers up, pushing his index finger all the way inside in one slide as the head of his erection nestled between the globes.

Stiles gasped as he felt the blunt tip nudging and rubbing against his opening. His eyes rolled shut and he moaned shamelessly, fingers digging deeper into his own flesh. The chuckle that tore out of him was hoarse and out of breath. "I know you wouldn't do it even if I wouldn't mind it. I know you want to keep me safe and not hurt me," he murmured against Derek's lips, his teeth catching the bottom lip to playfully tug on it before returning the kiss hungrily.

He instinctively knew Derek needed some guiding and he was very glad to give it to him to provide pleasure for both of them. The slicked up finger pushing up into him told Stiles he was doing something right and he moaned his appreciation between the wet lips, his tongue pushing and swirling against Derek's to coax more dominance out of him. He knew it was in the alpha and he wanted to awaken it, encourage it for the benefit of them both.

The sound of his wet finger pushing in and out was something Derek would never get enough of, especially not with the way it felt: soft walls opening up to his digit, the second ring of muscles clamping down until it gave way. It was going to need some extra prepping and deep thrusts to make sure Stiles was all ready to take the knot. It was not easy to have it not pop around Stiles anyways, because all the sex was making Derek only eager for more, like he had all these years to make up for with his boyfriend.

It warmed Stiles' inside that Derek was slowly opening up about his sexuality like this, trying out things he has never done before. He loved that he was the one the wolf was doing many things with for the first time. That thought and the finger in him made the younger man buck his hips against the digit and the hard cock, his lean body moving with fluid rolls against the bigger one. Like waves licking against the rocky shore with practiced ease and perfection. One of nature's perfect ways of finding balance.

"Derek... More, please..." he breathed into the kiss, ass encouragingly flexing around the wet finger in him.

"Anal tearing is no joke," Derek murmured, because that was why he held back in not sliding in with his cock. Taking pain wouldn't be enough to heal that and he didn't want to take Stiles to the hospital for it, only because his mate had lured him into not being careful. Derek was a werewolf, he always needed to be careful because he had the habit of falling for humans and had never been with another wolf like him. Stiles would be able to persuade him if he had prepped himself or if he was still slick and loose from a previous session.

It was why Derek added more lube before he pushed two fingers inside Stiles, scissoring them to get him to open up, demanding entrance with deep forceful pushes. In a way to make up for not taking him the way he wanted it to happen. More lube to make it three fingers without giving Stiles the chance to get used to the two. The three digits pushed along the walls to rub the lube inside. Pushing them in with a twist, pull them out completely to add more lube and then they were pushed right back in so the hole didn't close, pushing the clear lubrication inside. "I will fuck you open to prepare you for my knot."

"I know... I meant more fingers... more anything..." Stiles panted, eyes still closed as he arched his back, pushing his ass a bit closer to the exploring – now two – fingers. Then the third soon joined the other two and he groaned loudly. He was still somewhat sensitive, but he loved the intense stretching and preparation of his hole to take something bigger... then something even more challenging... He slowly moved against the fingers then bit down on the edge of the small pillow under his head, feeling so wet from all the lube, Derek's words only making him groan in agreement into the pillow. He wanted to shout "fuck yes," but he couldn't. He was afraid of letting the fabric out from between his teeth, because he knew he would start begging desperately and shamelessly to be taken, to be fucked raw and that would only make Derek give him another way too reasonable explanation why he had to wait.

Derek’s comment meant he wasn't going to finger him open for longer, instead the fingers pulled out and the wolf slicked himself up, wiping off on the bedding. It took a hip shimmy and the move of his body to line himself up. The thick head pushed against the opened hole, dipping inside briefly before pulling away, teasing the rings to not clench before he pushed inside slowly.

Stiles’ position on his side did help when he felt that by then familiar pressure of the wide cock-head against his wet entrance. It was kind of a surprise because he thought Derek would keep fingering him until it got to a nearly unbearable point. But that's not what happened and it sent a hot wave of lust through Stiles, the tree tattoo on his back starting to shimmer, that familiar buzzing and prickling feeling cluing him in on it. But he was too busy moaning from the teasing and trying to relax his ass muscles even more to welcome Derek's hard cock in him again. It was mind-blowing each time and he found himself whine with pleasure as it finally pushed past the loosened ring of muscles.

His hand finally let go of his own ass cheek, which held the imprints of his groping, and slid onto Derek's to knead it and encourage him to move deeper. He forced his shimmering amber eyes to open and he craned his neck to look at Derek's face again, moving his ass to meet the slow inward thrust, the intense sensation blurring the edge of his vision. "Derek..." he whispered amazed and totally floored by it. Not that this would be their first time, but each occasion took Stiles' breath away.

It did feel like sliding home, like his dick had paved a way in there forever and the flesh would mold to it. The tightness folded around him as Derek bottomed out, the coarse hair of his pubes brushing against the soft skin of Stiles' cheeks. He felt how much Stiles enjoyed having the foreplay cut short, to have the thick erection carve its way inside of him, pushing at some of the still swollen tissue which was no doubt very sensitive.

A hand kneaded at his own ass, encouraging Derek as it grabbed his muscular flesh, fingers digging deeply to leave bruising imprints which would never fully bruise. It fueled his own need, knowing how it felt to be penetrated and have the cock nestled there without moving, it was frustrating.

"Stiles," he answered back to his beautiful mate, his teeth teasingly grabbing at the nearest earlobe, his own entrance clenching at the tickle of the finger close to it. "You feel so good."

Felt like something he could never get enough of, thirsting for his mate every minute of every hour of every day. Needing him in the way he needed oxygen. Stiles wanted him to be rough right now, to be dominating, to be his alpha in the way he thought alphas should be and the wolf wasn't going to disappoint. Instead of letting him adjust to the thick length all the way inside of him, he pulled out most of the way before thrusting right back in, setting an almost brutal pace without slowing down for even a second.

Mine, mine, mine, every thrust said, every slap of flesh meeting flesh cried out.

Stiles reminded himself to breathe through the penetration, the stretching of his still a bit sensitive tissues and the very much stimulating pressure against them. The panting came when Derek bottomed out and paused only for a second. "You... feel so good... too..." he groaned and whatever else was on his lips, it was quickly fucked out of him with the unexpected rough trusts. Once again Stiles was wrong about Derek. He thought the wolf would start slow, work his way up to this intense pace, but no... He went right for it and it shocked Stiles' system enough that he forgot to breathe for a moment, the intense (nearly painful) pressure burned itself through his tissues, running up on his spine, lighting up his tattoo and eyes even more.

He desperately slapped his hand from Derek's ass against the bed in front of him both to curl his hand into a fist around the creased sheets, and to steady his body against the merciless thrusts. It was what he wanted and he wasn't shy of letting his eyes roll back and close, body arching, and letting out guttural, nearly animal-like loud yells. He loved how they echoed through the loft, how it reminded them that they were alone and could get as loud as they wanted. That Stiles could be himself with this fucking perfect man!

Pulling his knee upwards, he presented his wet ass even more for the taking, the wet slapping of flesh ringing loudly in his ears and making him feel so deliciously decadent. There was that unmistakable instinct woven into each possessive hard thrust.

"Yes! Yours!" he cried out, the pleasure-pain nearly too much, yet he couldn't stop wanting more. He wondered if how he acted would be anything close to a wolf being in heat for his mate, because it felt quite like that for Stiles. As if his whole body was on fire, wanting more, needing more. Needing his mate, who was the only one who could both stoke and satisfy that deep burning need in him.

The water drops were soon switched out to a light sheen of sweat, making the slight golden glow look more prominent on his mole-dotted skin. He felt so full, so stretched out as his ass was being pounded so perfectly that he could've cried right there. But he didn't give in to that urge, not wanting Derek to misinterpret it for crying from pain. And he knew that stretch was going to get even more intense soon. That thought made his wet channel clench and pulse around Derek, gripping him tighter for a few moments, Stiles oozing and painfully hard cock jumping between his legs, smearing more pre-cum against the already ruined sheet. He just prayed that his cock was going to be left neglected for a little while longer, because he feared that if either of them touched it in that moment, he would unceremoniously blow his load all over the place and he wanted to do that when Derek's knot was already in him... Filling his belly continuously for long, long minutes until he feels like bursting from all that cum.

He would have taken some of the pain away if he felt that it was needed, if Stiles wanted him to but through their bond he could tell that he actually enjoyed the almost painful jabs. Almost painful because there had been plenty of lube used that it would prevent actual tearing. Derek was leaning on his elbow, one hand grasping a hip to keep the human from moving too much as he used his hips and ass muscles to really lay into his mate. The wet tightness kept inviting him in, even when he had pulled out all the way to admire the open sloppy hole before pushing right back in all the way to the hilt.

Stiles was close, he could tell so he didn't reach for the erection even though he wanted to. Instead he pushed the body to roll more onto the belly, giving him the room to plant both hands on the mattress and have more control of his movements. The deep rough thrusts sped up, ass cheeks flexing each time he bottomed out, feeling like he was coring his way to an orgasm.

"Mine!" Derek bit out when he attempted to hit the prostate with his thrusts, tightening his muscles when he had bottomed out to bump deeper.

There was a displeased sound when Stiles was left gaping for the hard cock, but it was buried in him soon enough again, tearing out more desperate moans and from the declaration of being owned by Derek a series of "yesyesyes" pants. He moved without protest, his own throbbing cock getting caught between his tummy and the damp sheets. The friction provided by his pair's merciless thrusts nearly too much. Sweaty and flushed face pressed into the pillow, Stiles' knuckles turned white from the force he was holding onto the poor sheets as his ass was being pounded.

It was a prelude for more, gearing Derek’s own body for the main event as well as preparing Stiles for it, pummeling the tight flesh into softness to accept bigger. And bigger it was. It was starting to fill up at the base of his cock, the large hard knot, growing rapidly as he moved, starting to catch on the rim until it wouldn't move unless doing serious damage, deeply embedded inside Stiles, locked.

Stiles could feel it... that unmistakable pressure growing against him, nudging, pushing, catching on his rim and he reminded himself to breathe while anticipation was killing him, the amber tendrils spreading on his hot skin. They sneaked onto Derek's chest the second the knot was in him and the frantic fucking suddenly screeched to a halt.

Derek knew his cock was coming when he couldn't pull out and he twitched, muffling his loud moans by feasting his mouth on the back of his mate's neck, sucking on the skin. His whole body nearly seized, unloading himself inside with spurts of hot cum. It was a large load at first and it would keep coming for minutes, pumping the body full to ensure breeding.

The human echoed the wolf's muffled moans but they came out freely and loud from his slack mouth. The sharp contrast between the hard pounding and now the deep slow grinding was yet another shock to his being and his whole body shuddered and cramped around the hard knot. He instinctively tried to pull his hip forward from the nearly uncomfortable tightening of his very wet and stretched hole, but Derek did a good job at pinning him down against the bed. There was no escape but also no pain involved.

When his fuzzy brain realized what he was feeling in there, how his wolf was flooding his ass with that big load, an obscene yet pleased line of curses and moans mixed on his dry lips. Derek was coming, filling him up, enjoying his body, breeding him. And that knowledge was just as effective to turn him on beyond belief like the biting and sucking on his goose-fleshed skin by that special patch of skin (which he knew was one of the most important parts to lay claim for wolves).

Derek was claiming him as his and from that Stiles found himself whimpering with joy just as much as from the deep grinding into his ass and against his poor prostate. He found himself uttering dirty nonsense and sounds he didn't know he could produce while he managed to sneak a hand under himself to slowly pump his trapped cock. With each pulse of the knot, with each growl-like moan of his mate, he was pushed closer and closer, his hand getting tighter and tighter around his own erection. He never wanted this to end but he still teased his cock for a while until it got too much for him too and the wetness spread between his stomach and fingers, messing up the sheet even more on a nearly silent orgasm. It did the usual trick and wiped his mind clean, some of his power licking along their skin, spreading warmth and satisfaction.

The orgasm had come on sudden and almost earth-shattering with the way it pulled out the breath from Derek while his hips kept pumping. The movement was small, light little twitches so to not tear apart his mate by putting too much pressure from the inside out. His thick cock was pushing up against the nub of sensitive flesh while the head of his erection kept spilling more into Stiles, because knotting was as messy as it could be.

His blunt human teeth bit down on the spot he had been sucking on, pinning his mate even more as he refused to let go of the flesh until he knew it would bruise. It would show off the indents of his teeth in clear red prints. A claiming mark right where it mattered. Soon he'd use his human teeth to sink into the skin and draw blood so it would scar and remain forever. Not right now, he was saving it for a special occasion.

Stiles was moving, the wolf could feel it through their bodies, could smell and hear what he was doing and as much as he had wanted to be the one to do that, his hands were too busy gripping at the sheets and pinning them both to the bed. At least this time his claws hadn't ripped into them, he had known what had been going to transpire because it wasn't the first time anymore but it certainly was still as intense as it had been in the car.

The thick knot kept all that seed plugged up inside and it felt so very wet as more was being added because of the magic connecting them as much as their bodies did. It heightened everything as he felt the ember fire trickle along his chest in caresses, almost like low voltage electricity would attempt to burn his skin and only fried the nerve endings. A new scent joined them, the scent of Stiles' release about the same time as the wall clamped around him tight. It drew sounds from him he was unable to keep in as his body twitched at the extra sensation when it already had been far too much.

It left Derek panting at the skin he had marked up, licking at the bruising in a soothing manner while their sweat mingled and the only sounds were their own harsh breathing. Their hearts hammered in their chests, attempting to get back to its normal rhythm but Derek wasn't near done, he was going to be tied for another ten minutes or so. If they did the knotting too often, they'd have no brain left functioning.

Stiles was so lost to the world, to his rational mind. It was all instincts right then. He wondered briefly if it was so intense for wolves all the time since they were instinct-based creatures despite the human bodies. Especially when it came to born wolves like Derek. Maybe one day he was going to ask about it, but not now. Now... now he was shamelessly enjoying the way he was pinned down by the hot and heavy werewolf. He couldn't move an inch once his messed up hand slipped out from under him.

The back of his neck was throbbing with sweet pain, the licks soothing some of it away as he let his mate live out some of his wolf instincts on his immobilized (and pliant) body. Though the knotted emissary lifted a finger to his panting lips and sucked and licked some of his own cum off with some dirty sounds. Then he offered the remaining two fingers with spunk on it for Derek in case he wanted to taste him too.

Stiles wondered if it didn't bother Derek how much he enjoyed being knotted by him. It didn't seem so, but the human doubted that many would understand this deep craving and satisfaction for this form of having sex with a werewolf. His literally fucked apart mind shied away from another possibility for now, because he was already too overwhelmed to deal with that picture in his head.

Instead he purred satisfied, his hips gently rocking against Derek and the knot with barely there moves, encouraging him to keep going, to keep filling him up.

The fingers being offered weren't denied, Derek sucked them into his mouth to lick them clean, the salty taste of his mate exploding along his tongue. Stiles bit his lip as he watched from the corner of his eye how Derek was doing that and it made him feel even more satisfied because his mate wanted his taste to cover the eager tongue. The slimy fluid stuck to Derek’s gums before he swallowed, wetting the fingers with his spit before he released them. He had to, the rocking motions made him gasp. It was almost too much on his engorged knot, though it did draw another spasm of cum to add to the rest. It was an almost horrifying amount and he felt completely milked dry.

Stiles enjoyed taking the knot, luckily because it would make sex strenuous if he had to keep it from popping all the time, to be able to do this made Derek feel accepted. But until Stiles he hadn't felt like it was something he had been wanting to share, it was intimate and a reminder of what he really was. Not all of his exes had been ready to handle that part of him while Stiles accepted him fully, had been the only one willing to research werewolves. He didn't know what it felt like to be knotted but he hoped it felt as mind-blowing as it did for him.

"Stiles...." the Hale moaned when he kept wriggling to tease more out of his knot, wrecking his lover for all his worth so Derek could only pin him and shiver on top of him. It was painful to be milked when he thought he didn't have anything left to give. It was too much and yet he didn't stop Stiles because there was something addictive about that kind of pleasurable pain. The walls contracted around him and oh god, there was another gush of warmth, a hoarse cry echoing around them. "Stiles." The name left him in a sigh, feeling like his mate had wrangled orgasm after orgasm out of him.

The human was just lying there, only his ass moving so tantalizingly slowly against the hard cock and knot in him. There was something very basic and intimate (maybe even moving) in the barely there movements. Their louder moans were switched to quiet panting and sighs and the occasional wrecked 'Stiles' comments from Derek. The way he uttered his name sent pleasurable shivers down his spine each time.

He was shamelessly milking the other man, because he wanted all of his watery cum for himself. He had no idea that he'd enjoy having sex with a werewolf (with all of its perks) so much. Years ago when he had read about knotting, he... well, he didn't feel horrified. It was a concept and possibility that sparked his interest and curiosity. And now it was the second time he was at the recipient end of it and he had to realize that he loved it very much. Because Derek made sure to balance on the fine line of pleasure and pain, so far not once tipping towards the too painful side. Being stretched so wide, locked together with a hot werewolf body and being filled so full felt... more than amazing. There wasn't really a word for it in his vast vocabulary.

"It's okay... I want it all... Make you cum until you can't..." he whispered hoarsely, lying there in complete physical submission, his mind still floating and light. "If you really want me to stop... say so and I will... Hm... we should come up with a safe word for you for such situations," he chuckled lightly, in response his ass trying to close tighter around the knot again, which made him gasp and quietly groan. "So full of you... Feels so good..." he mumbled with closed eyes as he kept slowly fucking himself on the knot. "Does this make me your bitch?" he asked, unable to stop himself.

There was already a feeling that he couldn't come anymore but Stiles seemed intent on proving Derek wrong each time he moved and yet, he didn't stop it. The word was on his tongue, he knew all he had to tell Stiles was to stop and he'd stop because he listened, he was very attuned to making sure the werewolf wasn't forced to do anything he didn't want to. But Derek wanted to toe the line, he wanted to explore his limits with the one person he could do that with, with the one person who cared about his feelings more than his own. So he didn't say stop, not even after the invitation to do so, not even when he felt like he was going to stay locked inside forever because the younger man wasn't going to let his knot go down anytime soon.

"I don't want it to stop, not even when I beg you to.... Ungh." The groan took his words away when the ass squeezed him so tightly that Derek swore he saw stars and his cock twitched pathetically in a last effort to give more seed, though he doubted there was more to give. Everything was so wet inside, it was hard to tell if there had been anything added. His whole body trembled, and he was sweating profusely, his dick confused if it should go down or remain hard for another round because of the knot. "You're killing me here."

Deeply breathing, he attempted to adjust within, only pushing deeper, feeling another wave about to ripple over him. The sound he made wasn't anything human anymore, it was guttural, more howl-like than anything else as he came again. Claws fully ripped the sheets up, the orgasm was borderline painful now, his testicles producing way more than would be humanly possible. His body was a heavy blanket on top of Stiles, because the muscles felt like jelly, he was going to need a moment to move again.

The human under Derek was in silent awe, his own ass and abused hole getting borderline too sensitive by then too, but he kept going, letting his magic gently caress the wolf's wet skin like invisible warm hands. He opened his eyes and saw in the line of his vision how the claws ripped the poor sheets into shreds. A warm wave of pride washed over him and he made an approving sound in reaction to Derek's next orgasm and animalistic sounds and puffing. His skin kept breaking out in goose bumps after each hot puff of breath against it.

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