"Jesus…" he cursed again, panting harshly, oh wait, the water! "Stiles, the water!!" He was closer to stop it before it would spill over. Derek looked at the really filled tub and laughed. They were something…

For a second Stiles was confused, too lost in what he just managed to accomplish, in his own pride and the shock and pleasure on Derek's face. But then despite his protesting knees, he was on the move to slap the tap closed just in time. And then a hoarse laughter burst out of him. They totally forgot about the bath water. Of course, they did. Whenever they got lost in each other, the outside world seemed to be completely closed out.

With a slight cough, he stopped the laughing and licked his swollen lips, reaching into the warm water to unplug the drain so some water could go down on it until there was only enough left which would accommodate both their bodies without spilling over the rim.

The nearly equally messed up human was still on his knees but now by the tub, leaning against the edge, one hand in the water, the other going between his legs to slowly smear the already dribbled down wetness on his own length. He looked back at Derek with a soft moan and desire and amusement-filled eyes.

"Don't worry, I saved the day. Again," Stiles grinned, his voice coming out very rough as he kept slowly pumping himself, his eyes feasting on his gorgeous man. He should finally get up from the floor, but he quite liked the view while he was waiting impatiently for the water to drain enough.

"Yeah, you're the hero of all bath tubs."

Derek’s voice was still rough because of the sight Stiles offered, stretched forward, one hand dipped in the water while the other pumped himself, eyes locked on the alpha. He was nearly begging for Derek to do something about the hard problem between his legs but Derek would have none of it. Of course it was tempting to get down to his knees as well, to wrap his fingers or even better, his lips around the hard length and give it as much attention as his own just has received. The taste of his mate wasn't one he could ever tire of, he wanted to be surrounded by his scent and taste all day long if possible.

The tub wasn't drained enough for the two of them, but for one? Sure. With a lopsided grin thrown at Stiles, the wolf got into the tub, lavender greeting his nose as the heat of the water spread it throughout the bathroom. It wasn't making the water murky though, so they would have a clear sight of what they were going to be doing to each other. Like right now his erection was standing up proudly as he stretched out to make room for Stiles, there was some preparing to be done after all before his mate was able to take him in.

"Now it's my turn to taste you as I prepare you with my tongue and fingers." He nearly purred the words as he thought about getting to do that.

Stiles watched Derek move mesmerized. The alpha often didn't see the graceful predatory and fluid way he could move around with. And now he walked just like that. One had to really pay attention to such subtle hints of the fact that Derek indeed wasn't human but a dangerous predator high up on the food chain. Oh and there was hunger in those green eyes. The kind of hunger Derek only had for him and which Stiles wanted to feel on and under his pale mole-dotted skin. He also made a quick side-note for himself to make sure the green eyes turned color into red during their time in the tub. Which would mean Derek's control slipping from the pleasure they were going to share...

"Oh? And how did you exactly plan on doing that?" Stiles raised a brow, voice still hoarse. It was probably going to be like that for a few hours if not until the next day if he'll add more moaning and yelling to the hoarseness – which, frankly, was very likely.

The playful emissary dipped his hand back into the water and let his long fingers caress along one muscular thigh, circling up towards the ripped abs just to slide to the base of the proudly standing cock. An evil little smile flashed up on Stiles' face as he let his nails lightly scratch along the wet hairs there, his own cock throbbing between his legs from Derek's words.

Stiles' eyes had that playful twinkle Derek loved so much, that spark of mischief as he watched Derek settle in the tub and then joined him once there had been enough excess water drained. Derek liked seeing his mate wet and naked, with droplets of water staining the pale skin like painted on a work of art. Which was what he was. Stiles may think of himself as slender, as nothing special in the conventional way of beauty but to Derek he was as beautiful as he could be. Moles lining his skin, tattoos and marks complimenting the way the slight muscles were showing and of course that trickle of hair going from chest to groin.

It was no wonder the human had been the topic of many of Derek's little drawings and doodles in the notebooks and some day he wanted to paint all of him to have that forever translated onto the canvas. To show Stiles how Derek saw him, so he could see how he was to the alpha.

"I can't with you facing me, I'm going to need you to turn around," Derek informed him with a soft look in his eyes, the abs of his stomach twitching from the touches.

"Turn around and grab the edges of the tub to lean on so I can eat you out. That's how I'm planning to do that." They should have brought lube because nothing here would serve as one. The soap would do damage on the inside and the oil was too scented for him to try. Body lotion? No. He was going to have to use his mouth enough to make plenty of room in there. It was going to burn though.

"Oh god, Derek... yes!" Stiles groaned from the plan which was laid out in front of him. He couldn't get enough of their sexy time together, which was quite obvious, he thought. But it was also something he didn't mind. They both obviously loved worshiping each other's body. And no matter how familiar his mate's body was or how deeply it was already burned into Stiles' mind, each time felt unique. He didn't know if it was a mate thing or not, but he loved it.

Just as much as the way Derek was looking at him as if he was the most beautiful man alive. Which he was not, but he knew the other man didn't see it like that. He had the eyes of an artist and a wolf and as such, he looked at many things differently.

It hasn't been long since Stiles had found one of Derek's sketchbooks and was blown away by the talent he had seen there. After that Derek had confided in him about his art and Stiles encouraged his mate to continue with the drawing and painting not just to have something familiar back in his life, but as therapy too. And nowadays – when Derek had some time for himself in their busy schedule – Stiles knew he used that to pick up the brush again and help the paintings deal with the memories of Hell which kept trickling through the magical wall in the alpha's mind. Stiles hoped that one day he'd show those paintings to him too. And also sometimes wondered if he was going to ask him to be his live model. Yes, he had seen some of the detailed drawings and sketches Derek had made of him in secret – which were flattering to say the least – and Stiles would be up to the challenge. For real, not just as a joke.

But now... now he had other things on his mind. Like obeying Derek's request, so he once again ignored the slight protests of his knees and got into the desired position, wet fingers grabbing the edge of the bathtub firmly not to slip. His round ass was exposed for Derek's hungry view. Pale and dotted with moles there too. And although there was a slight blush on his burning cheeks, the human shamelessly pushed it out for his man like an offering.

"Don't worry, I'll try to be quick. Don't think I didn't hear your knees creak." And the water wasn't going to stay warm forever, which wouldn't bother him but it was going to bother the human. Stiles wouldn't look so attractive with blue lips and pruned fingers even though the way those lips with that tinge of blue like kids often had was kind of cute. Something he wasn't afraid to even say out loud because Stiles had pointed out how Derek's yawns were like how kids yawned with the little squeak sound he made. Not that his mind was on cute for very long with the offering before his eyes.

Big hands grabbed the firm cheeks, fingers caressing over the wet skin to caress the buttocks before his thumbs pulled them apart to fully reveal the hidden pucker in-between. He loved how the human always kept himself as clean as possible without grooming all the hairs away. Derek didn't want his mate to be a smooth body without hair, because they were both males and hairs were part of it, and he was so hirsute himself that it was a lost cause to maintain it all. He had waxed on the chest when younger but he had stopped doing that years ago.

Leaning in, the Hale licked around the muscle, matting the few hairs as he let the hole get used to the feeling of his wet tongue there, coating it with spit. Letting a thick wad of his spit land on the muscle, he licked it into the skin carefully, sometimes pushing the tip of his tongue against it for some coaxing. It wasn't enough pressure, the hole had been used last a few days ago for sex, and it required some more. Like a finger. Sucking on the digit to also coat it with enough wetness, he pushed the pad against Stiles, enough pressure to sink the tip in, followed by his tongue licking around the rim.

Stiles only managed a breathless little laugh from that comment, because his racing mind was quickly distracted by the warm hands on his wet skin. The water sliding down on it only added to the sensation. Like extra little caresses. But what he loved was how the big hands felt on him. Each time Derek touched him intimately, his skin broke out in goose bumps and his breathing hitched. Not to mention the irregular blips in his heartbeat. The gourmand-like way Derek began eating him out only making things 'worse'...

He loved it. Loved it so much, though. Could never get enough of the sensation of that wet tongue lapping at him right there. Or the fingers playing with him so maddeningly. Right now it was just one, probing into his tight opening.

Stiles knew it was going to be a bit drier for a while without lube, but sometimes they did it like this when the mood hit and there was no lube around. It gave Stiles that extra burn he loved a lot before the pre-cum would slick the way, making these rarer occasions even more special to him, because sometimes he felt like Derek was a tad bit overprotective over him. As if he was afraid that Stiles would break. He might be human, yes, but was already stronger and more resilient than most thanks to their bonds and magic.

Still, he appreciated Derek going slow and to voice that, he moaned long and low, focusing on relaxing and pushing his ass against the finger and tongue while fully enjoying what his mate was doing to him.

Derek disliked hurting his mate, even though he knew Stiles liked it to a certain point and if the situation was reversed, then he liked it too if some pain was administered to him. The difference was that he healed almost instantly and with Stiles, though he healed quicker, it wasn't the same. Sure he loved leaving marks like hickeys or the imprints of his fingers and some bite marks on that pale skin, but it wasn't the same as tearing his mate because of a lack of proper stretching. No lube meant enough work to make him open and ready to do it with spit alone. Which wasn't hard work for him, the older man loved the taste of the human, and could eat him out for a whole day without getting sick of it. Same when Stiles did it to him. Derek was a fan of foreplay – the longer, the better. He was also a fan of aftercare: shower together or clean up or fall asleep in each other's arms or cuddle when they were having sex during the day (not a rare happening).

Pushing his tongue in all the way, Derek made sure it was accompanied by spit, soaking the tight channel with it, pushing it as deeply as possible. Slotting his lips around the hole, he fucked Stiles with his tongue, in and out, tasting him fully now. The musk never off putting. His finger dipped in alongside, all the way to the last knuckle to look for that one spot that was going to make Stiles twitch with pleasure.

Maybe that was easier if he would add another finger, stretching the walls more while searching for the prostate. It was easily found as he bent the digits a little, curling them to massage that little spongy nub he felt.

The trembling human always loved when Derek got so damn lost in eating him out and fingering him. And oh god, he was so good at it too. Attentive but not overly careful. He knew what they both liked and he steadily worked towards that goal. By then Derek also knew what Stiles' body loved and how he could drive him crazy with only a few touches and thorough tonguing.

"Oh god!" Stiles cried out desperately, his voice echoing in the bathroom, knuckles turning white around the edge of the tub. The water sloshed around his open thighs when his body jerked once that familiar and nearly overwhelming jolt of pure pleasure licked along his spine, lighting up the tattoo on his back. "Right there!" he provided, not that his mate had any doubt that he had found the prize and was stimulating it just the right way.

"Please..." Stiles didn't know for a moment what he was asking. To stop or to continue, because his cock responded with some happy jumping and more pre-cum sliding down from his tip. He was flushed and oh so hard it was nearly painful. But he loved every second of it and couldn't stop himself from rocking against the thick fingers and eager tongue. If he let himself, he could've come only from that. He had a few times before in the past and it was so good each time, but now... now he wanted more. He needed more in him...

"More!" he groaned, dropping his forehead against one of his arms, his fingers hurting from the force with which he was holding onto the edge, but he didn't fucking care...

There was a chuckle from Derek against the heated skin when Stiles begged for more. There was no way he was ready for the main event, still too tight and dry, it would lead to injury. So instead he gave another finger with another glob of spit. It was slicker than water at least, it added enough wetness to avoid this from being dry but it also dried up so fast. Not that Derek would let it, he would add more and more with each thrust of the now three fingers, opening Stiles up to him.

This was pure torture. Who said Derek Hale was bad at torturing him?! Because yeah, although Stiles understood why his mate was so thorough with what he was doing, it was also driving him crazy, making him nearly lose it a few times. His heart was hammering away in his chest, his mind narrowing down only to the pleasure and need to be one with his mate. The magic was starting to act up too, lighting up his back tattoo even more so that the amber-colored tendrils began curling down along his spine and back, spreading out like a fiery phoenix's wings, his powers leaking out of him, swirling around him like a second aura, sliding up on Derek's arms nearly longingly.

The human's body was trembling with need, moaning loudly and Derek wasn't letting up. He wasn't ready yet, so Stiles was going to have to be patient. Using tongue and fingers, he stretched out his mate, eyes on how his large fingers were opening up the hole to see the pink rim swell and give in each time, stretched around the digits when he pushed them in all the way. When the skin stopped straining as much, that's when he decided they were ready for more.

Pulling away, he swatted a pale cheek teasingly. "You can turn around and face me unless you want to sit down on me like this." Derek was so hard that he didn't think it wasn't going to be much of a problem for his erection to slide in, though the water had washed away the beads that would have normally coated it.

The human was trembling for it badly by the time that slap on his ass surprised another moan out of him, his pale skin coloring quickly for Derek's pleasure. But finally the permission to move was there and Stiles didn't waste another second. The wolf barely finished his sentence and the slightly clumsy movements were there. He nearly slipped after loosening his fingers enough so he could move them, making sure not to end up falling into the sloshing water in the end.

There was nothing graceful in the way he hurried to make his body catch up to his mind, which was already a step ahead, his instincts screaming at him, the static noise of the magic drumming against his ears and temples, urging, urging...

Derek's eyes were twinkling with amusement when his mate was struggling to get turned around in the tub without causing himself to slip and put an unfortunate end to it. To be fair, his instinct was screaming at him to be ready to grasp Stiles in case he actually would slip but his head told him to stay leaning back because he trusted the human to know what he was doing. A playful grin was tugging at his lips as he watched, this warm feeling settling in his chest which he now knew was love. It was a feeling which happened a lot around his mate because the wolf was head over heels for him.

There was a lot of panting and trembling and cursing happening while Stiles turned around and finally straddled Derek, steadying himself on a broad shoulder, his other hand reaching back and under the water to take hold of the rock-hard cock and lead its tip against his hole. By then Stiles was nearly dizzy with lust and the buzzing and static ebbed down only when he began slowly sliding down on the thick and long shaft, his brightly glowing eyes finally meeting his alpha's, mouth slack on a gasp, face and body flushed and sweaty.

"Derek..." he mouthed but no sound came out as his hand helped his mate penetrate him deeper and deeper, the stretch and burn nearly too much yet not enough as he was getting lost in that gaze, spiraling down deeper into their bond with each second.

A laugh was drawn out of him when Stiles cursed like a sailor to get turned around and then he finally had his lap full of human. It went fast. The naked, wet body wriggled around, warm breath caressing his face, still faintly smelling like Derek's cock. There was no warning, the fingers guided his erection and then it was all tightness wrapped around him, the body giving into him as he breached the hole. And in that moment, he forgot to breathe. Stiles literally stole it away when his eyes flared into a golden red ember as he was still sinking down on him.

The moan leaving the Hale was drawn out and now he was the one clutching at the edge of the tub tightly before he dared to place his hands on the hips, not to push or guide, he was letting Stiles set the pace. It was a slow easing, a little too dry which he felt as his foreskin was pushed, the thin skin straining inside the incredible tightness. It was a fine line of pleasure tipping into pain for both of them, his fingers no doubt going to leave bruises when he fought not to make Stiles stop. This was good, so good. His eyes turned red when he was fully sheathed and he was panting as much as his mate.

The magic was reaching out for him again. Derek felt it tickling against his skin in a wave of static electricity, the rune on his forearm burning in eagerness to receive more of that. His breath came out in a loud sigh as he finally released it. He still wasn't sure if he remembered how breathing worked right now.

A desperate whine escaped Stiles without his consent once he had all of Derek in him and he had to stop, had to put some more air into his burning lungs because such a basic thing like breathing became confusing and complicated to him too. He nearly stole Derek's sigh as his slack mouth was close to his lover's, nails digging into the broad shoulders perhaps just as deliciously painfully like the fingers which were going to leave bruising marks on his pale hips. Not that he minded or cared in those sweet, sweet moments of pleasure and pain, his body stretching, adjusting, welcoming.

"I... love you... so fucking much," he whispered, sliding his arms tighter around Derek's shoulders to get closer, his hips angling just the right way as he stole a kiss then bit down on the full bottom lip. It was that moment when Stiles' body began to slowly rock against Derek's, the drag intense and oh so good he could've cried!

Instead he kept up the slow movements, sliding a few inches off just to go back down to fully bury the hard shaft into him. It was so hot, so intense, so mind-numbing that he bit harder onto Derek's bottom lip, tugging at it as the water licked over their bodies, lightly caressing his own painfully hard cock, the head peeking out of the water.

Derek couldn't do much but sit there and take it. There was no way to get leverage to push up on the slippery bottom of the tub. Sure it was coated so slipping wasn't easy but to settle his feet and push? The narrow room also didn't help. Not that Stiles seemed to mind, he was doing all of the moving himself, slowly using his leg muscles to create friction. He couldn't push all the way, Derek's erection remained embedded deeply within the body with slow pumps, a constant pressure against the human's prostate.

As his lip was nibbled at and tugged on, Derek gave a huff of protest, batting Stiles' hand away from his own erection. At least the wolf could do something. As his mate sucked his lip swollen, his large hand wrapped around the velvety skin of the erection, letting his thumb graze over the head which was peeking out from the skin. He tugged the skin down a little to get the head fully exposed, sliding over the slit where pre-cum was bubbling up. The slick was cleaned right off by the water, so he couldn't use it to ease the hand job. It made it rough and raw, like the way their bodies were joined.

Come on. He tried to entice the magic to wash over them both but it seemed to wait for the pleasure to build more. Derek wasn't the one commanding it though, Stiles was, no matter how tempting the Hale attempted to be for it. It was good, it meant there was full control over it.

Stiles felt a tug – and it wasn't just on his achingly hard cock. Both coaxed a loud moan out of him, his teeth finally releasing Derek's bottom lip. He felt the urging call for more deep inside and he was so very much on board with that now that he could slide easier up and down on the massive cock buried in him.

God, he loved this more than he could ever tell!

It was so good that it made his mind dizzy, swimming in pleasure as he kept licking into Derek's mouth time after time, his body picking up the pace steadily. It was so mind-numbing. So raw, so hot, so... them.

"Derek!" Stiles cried out again, now his ass working his mate's erection faster and deeper, the water sloshing around them, threatening to go over the edge of the tub, but neither cared. Stiles' long fingers were stroking and scratching along the wolf's nape, panting into his mouth, glowing eyes close to the red ones. He didn't even care if Derek didn't say back that he loved him. Stiles could feel it clear and bright.

"Grab me... bite me... mark me!" he demanded, biting down on Derek's lip again to draw blood and urge him to do as asked.

The taste of his own coppery blood flooded Derek’s mouth when blunt human teeth bit into his lip and broke the skin, making him growl. He couldn't exactly bite and mark when there was a sparky piranha hanging on his lip like it was the tastiest treat it had ever gotten. His hand tightened around the erection his fingers were wrapped around, same as the fingers did on the hip to make Stiles release his lip. A small gasp was uttered and it was enough to pull away, blood smeared on his mate's lips, Derek’s blood.

The way Stiles acted like a werewolf so often aroused Derek so much. Never afraid to push further, use the kind of rough actions on him which triggered so much in him. The smirk playing on the Hale’s face was a predatory one, his tongue licking away his own blood. Stiles was immune to the bite, so he decided to go all the way, letting his fangs drop, a soundless move.

"Bite me back," his alpha voice demanded, licking the gleaming white teeth before he leaned in.

He was still careful enough to not rip into flesh carelessly and cause damage. He wasn't a vampire and his teeth were meant to rip out throats after all. Instead of a throat, Derek let them sink into the meat of a shoulder, not clamping down on muscle but only penetrating the skin enough to draw blood, to let Stiles feel the penetration of the shark tips. Blood flooded his mouth again, but this time not his own.

The rolling of Stiles' hips faltered for a few sweet moments as pain and pleasure rushed over his body, making him throw his head back and the bathroom walls echoed his shout. His cock twitched and wept more pre-cum in Derek's grip, his magic pulsing with the pain in his shoulder. The amber tendrils which were already covering his shoulders seeped into the wolf's skin, painting his lips and cheeks.

Stiles loved it so much when they got rough with each other. No sugar-coating just pure lust and need. And that's what this was turning into as he was relentlessly riding his mate. But he remembered what he was told to do and to fulfill that, the emissary's hand curled into a fist around Derek's hair to yank his head back.

He took a moment to look at the pleasure-filled face and sensually licked along the bloody sharp wolf-teeth, moaning from the taste of his own blood. Stiles knew that he was going to wear that mark of his alpha and mate for at least a week, even with his faster healing.

That momentary pause in their mating gave the opportunity for Stiles to circle his hips, grinding against Derek while he was fully buried in him, pressing just the right way all against his sensitive spots. He panted and moaned into the werewolf's bloody mouth, head still tilted back as he was pulling on the damp hair.

The way Stiles licked at the fangs like he was making love to a tongue instead of sharp teeth reminded Derek just how used the younger man was at being around werewolves after all this time. How he had accepted Derek for who he was so easily, was even turned on by it. It was one of the many reasons why he loved him, never needing to have any fear in who and what he was. Derek moaned into the bloodied and filthy kiss, enjoying the way the clever fingers were tightly holding his hair.

Another firm tug to expose Derek's throat then Stiles was biting down hard, sucking and gnawing on the flesh, coaxing the blood close to the surface with his blunt teeth, ass slamming down hard on the thick rod he was riding with such enthusiasm as if there was no tomorrow.

Another garbled moan was uttered when Derek’s head was wrenched back even more until his neck was fully exposed, throat offered to Stiles shamelessly. A sight the human gladly took advantage of by biting him, sinking those blunt teeth in as deeply as possible, gnawing on the flesh to break the skin. It was what did it, even though he tried not to before Stiles. But the way his throat was bitten, forcing him to submit, the way the tight walls clenched around his cock, there was no way the alpha could avoid it.

As blood trickled into the rough mouth from the bite in his neck, so did his seed when Derek came, hips thrusting up, hand clenched around the human's erection probably way too tightly as his body trembled from its release, muscles locked in spasms. The sounds he uttered, mostly because his head was wrenched back so far, were loud and needy.

And they were like music to Stiles, his magic enhancing it as it bled more into the bite too, spreading the amber veins and tendrils all over on Derek's skin, his own ass tightening the second he felt the wolf's cum shoot up into him. Stiles didn't stop despite the too tight grip around his throbbing cock and kept riding Derek to let him fully enjoy his orgasm. He himself didn't come yet, but he was fine with that in order to give pure pleasure to his mate.

Said pleasure rushed across him through the bond too and the druid licked up all the blood, biting and sucking on the wound he had managed to make. The werewolf's blood was hot and spicy and made his tongue and throat tingle as it was fused with magic too and it reacted to his own which was lazily swirling around – and some of it in Derek.

Moving the spent wolf's head a bit up so he could give him a lazy and bloody kiss, Stiles kept lightly rocking against the cock in him, making sure to squeeze every last drop of semen out of it, and the firm grip on his flushed flesh.

"Touch me... make me come for you, Derek..." Stiles moaned, so close too as he finished the kiss, sliding off the softening shaft under the water and grabbed one of Derek's big hands to push the thick fingers in. "Feel how wide and open I am for it?" he whispered slightly out of breath as he made his man push a third finger in too. "Milk me, jerk me, I'm yours to play with as you please," he offered himself just like Derek did a few moments ago.

Give and take. Balance.

Derek was still half out of it when Stiles moved away from his softened dick, feeling the loss of the tightness clenched around him. He liked to remain inside for as long as possible but he did understand the urgency of the why not this time – one of them hadn't been able to finish just yet. And he wasn't a selfish lover, even though he had just finished first but he blamed that on his mate being too good for him to be able to resist all that temptation, love and lust.

The human had been kept on edge for too long already, so he licked his dry lips, feeling his fingers swallowed up by the slick hole, the heat of his semen registering in his blissed out mind. The digits served as a plug, preventing more cum from leaking out while he hooked his fingers to get to the prostate at the same time his other hand went back to pleasuring the stiff shaft. He'd use his mouth as well if their position would allow for it but he actually preferred to watch his mate right now, to watch the orgasm wash over that heated face and see that moment of pure ecstasy. To him, those kinds of moments were intimate. It meant absolute trust if a relationship was solid enough to let the other watch you come.

"I'm not playing, I'm serious," Derek growled. "I want you to come for me so hard that you cover me in you." With the way the erection was aimed, peeking out of the water the way it did, that wasn't going to be a problem. It might even get to his face if the orgasm was explosive enough. The Hale licked his lips at the thought.

"Oh god, Derek!" The things this werewolf could say to him... It never ceased to blow Stiles' mind. The curling fingers in him and the grip around his aching and flushed cock were other factors which made the druid hold onto the warm shoulders a bit firmer. Stiles bit down on his bottom lip and returned to rolling his hips back and forth. He loved riding Derek. It didn't matter if it was his cock or fingers. There was just something so arousing in that for Stiles. And now he was getting pleasure from two sides of his body again. And he was shamelessly fucking into the tight and hot channel Derek's fingers and palm have created around him too.

The angle was just right for him to obey to the alpha's command. And the always stubborn and smartass human was now giving into that demand. Because he wanted to come, to see his fluids land on the tanned skin all over.

"Fuck, yes... I'm close!" he groaned and let Derek's shoulders go to grab both edges of the tub at the side so Stiles could sit up a bit straighter and fuck himself harder and faster with the help of his man's hands.

His face was glistening from sweat and literally glowing from the quickly building pleasure. Especially when the curled fingers returned to massaging him deep inside. The muscles were flexing all over in his body as he gave his all. As he let himself get lost in the intense pleasure.

Glowing eyes looked down at Derek as he was jerking and fingering him, awe and love on the beloved face, the afterglow of the wolf's own orgasm still visible too and it made Stiles feel proud. He did that. He alone did that.

For some reason it became his undoing and he forced himself while crying out to watch as the first strand of his cum landed on Derek's chest, the second on his chin then more and more on his wolf's stomach as the skilled fingers kept milking and prolonging that orgasm despite his ass clamping down on them.

Stiles was beautiful when he came, the human had always been unapologetic and shameless in who he was but in that moment of complete release, he was everything Derek had fantasized about and more. The way the muscles strained and corded, the way his amber eyes widened and his pupils were completely blown as if he was high… The way his mouth opened and his breath came out in gasps while his body milked the semen out of himself. Derek felt the splatters of cum on his chest and chin, the rest of it was washed away by the water unfortunately. Same with the wetness on his hand, that too disappeared in the water and it was a definite downside of doing it in a bath tub.

It seemed like such a waste that he couldn't get his mouth on it or lick it off his mate. The wolf's hand slowly slowed down on the softening cock so Stiles had the time to come down from his high without the abrupt loss. He did pull his fingers out, his own semen leaking out the gaping hole, his hand and fingers washed clean.

Reaching out, Derek used a finger to wipe at the few splatters left on his body to clean them with his tongue, pulling Stiles to him so he could stretch out fully and give those unfortunate knees some relief from all the action they had to endure.

"I love you too," Derek said softly. He hadn't forgotten, he had been... preoccupied.

A breathless laugh left the still half out of it human as he stretched out on Derek as much as he could, his muscles still trembling and jumping from the aftermath of the powerful orgasm his mate had managed to coax out of him. Derek could play his body like an instrument with ease by then. A few touches were enough to ground or arouse him. He loved that. But what he loved even more were the words Derek said back to his previous love confession.

His body both felt heavy and light as he lifted his head enough to gently kiss his man a few times, the taste of his cum still lingering on the soft lips. "To quote a legend: 'I know'," he said, of course referencing Han Solo from Star Wars, because Stiles was Stiles. Even in the most romantic (or steamy) situation he could drop such geeky stuff on his mate. To Derek's credit, he's been taking it quite well.

Derek would deny knowing the quote but he was as much of a geek as Stiles was, only he was way better at hiding it. Besides, it was Star Wars, they were classics, they had to be liked. Who couldn't like Harrison Ford?

The water was getting a bit chilly for the human, but the body of his wolf underneath was comfortable and warm enough for a few more minutes before they'd have to move. Stiles enjoyed that with letting his fingers caress Derek's skin, head resting on the broad chest above the water.

This was so peaceful and good with them being so close, smelling so strongly like each other even with the lavender scent of the bath salts mixing into the air.

"You're incredible," the Spark murmured right before a shiver ran over him, making his skin break out in goose bumps all over from a cold lick of water by the small of his back.

"And you're cold," the Hale chuckled, knowing it was time to get out of the cold water because the only warmth from it was Derek himself at this point. Moving his mate with ease, he helped him out of the tub, handing him a warm fluffy towel, courtesy of the dryer. Yes, they had a dryer, he was now the kind of home owner who had a washer and dryer.

Turning the handle to unplug so the water could drain away, Derek dried off as well, not even going to bother to pull on those dirty clothes. Gathering them up, he dropped them in the laundry basket, sauntering naked into the bed room to pull on a pair of sweats. No way he was going to wear a shirt with the heaters on and the wood burner and he doubted Stiles with his usually grabby hands would mind having his mate bare-chested. And with the wooden floors, everybody could walk around on bare feet, it was a lot warmer than the concrete.

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