20: The Wedding – Part 4

Grinning, Stiles pulled Derek back into the Stilinski house and stopped to press his own back against the wall near the staircase to pull Derek in for a kiss. "I never showed you what my new and blue is..." he said, pulling part of his white dress shirt out of his pants so he could reach under it and pull the edge of his underwear upward. It revealed pale blue lace, which undoubtedly belonged to a pair of delicate lace panties. "Wanna see more?"

"And you're giving me only half an hour?" Derek’s eyes were zeroed in on the blue lace, which he had seen peeking out this morning. One of the many reasons he had urged Stiles to get a move on, because the temptation had been there to get his hands on his mate then and there.

Half an hour was not enough to unpack all of this, though enough to get his mouth there at least. "Get upstairs, we're wasting time."

"A lot can be done in half an hour..." Stiles giggled and stole one more kiss before starting to run up on the stairs like the chased prey he sometimes liked to play for Derek (and his own) pleasure. His tie was already loosened and shirt half-way unbuttoned by the time he ran across the corridor to his old room.

Leaving the door open for Derek, he quickly shrugged out of his suit jacket, tossing it towards the bed and turned towards the door as he finished unbuttoning his shirt. He didn't get to much more because Derek was right there in the door, giving him that hungry look he loved so much, so Stiles pulled him into the room by his hand, slamming the door closed and pushed Derek against it, kissing him hotly. The long fingers didn't waste any time, they were already pulling the shirt out of his pants before going to loosen the latter to reach inside for some naughty touching.

Not enough could be done in half an hour but Derek'd take whatever was offered, and they couldn't take longer because there was a daughter who wouldn't be okay with waiting on the cake for too long. Kissing almost desperately, his breathing hitched, Stiles' clever fingers already in his underwear. Well, at that rate, they indeed could do a lot in half an hour.

Derek's hips pushed against his mate, fucking his rapidly hardening member into the hand while he tugged at Stiles' pants to get them opened. His own fingers encountered smooth silk and he loved that feeling. "Come one, we need to get these suits off." Preferably now. Right away.

"Oh hell yes!" Stiles groaned, feeling himself getting harder against the silk and lace of the French panties he had on just for Derek. He took one step back but kept stealing kisses from his new husband as he somehow managed to kick his shoes off and dropped his white shirt onto the floor at the same time. He got rid of his pants in record time too and then he was just standing there in the lacey bulging blue panties.

"You like it?" he asked on an 'innocent' voice and even went as far as stroking a hand along his small round ass perfectly hugged by the lace as he twirled around for Derek to give him the perfect look. "It's very comfy so whatever we do now, I think I'll keep these panties on for the rest of the day. I wanna watch you pull it down with your teeth tonight on our wedding night. Think you can give me that, my husband?"

Derek hadn't even continued undressing because he had been a little busy watching Stiles strip, revealing himself swiftly. And with that, the gift underneath. Liking it wasn't even coming close to what he thought of it. Screw undressing, he sank to his knees and motioned for Stiles to come over.

"I'm going to pull it down right now. Come here." His voice was hoarse and his pants were tight. Stiles knew way too well what he liked and loved.

Grinning from the French panties' effect on Derek, Stiles walked over slowly, even trying some hip-rolling like in the movies and hoping that it'd come off sexy instead of awkward then stopped in front of his kneeling husband. This kind of kneeling was so different from the one when he had proposed. Both amazing in their own right, though.

The panties were so worth it that was clear from the way Derek's hungry eyes drank in every detail, making Stiles feel hotter from the scorching look he got. Reaching out, he gently ran his fingers through the dark hair, not caring about the product he felt there.

"Don't pull it down all the way... I wanna feel it against my skin. Just like when I felt it while taking you as my husband on the ceremony..." he whispered on a sultry tone, horny as fuck by then. Under all the worrying and excitement of the day, he's been also turned on by Derek the second he saw him in that gorgeous suit.

"This is only a prelude to our wedding night," Derek promised, there were plans for tonight, like fucking Stiles while he was wearing the silk panties and then later on, Stiles could do the same to him, while still wearing the silk panties. They were going to wear it out as much as they were going to do themselves.

Licking his lips, he reached for the panties, carefully pulling his husband's erection from the soft material by pushing the fabric aside. The hard shaft was warm in his hand as he gave it a slow tug before he pulled the foreskin down. It revealed a wet head weeping for some attention. Something he was eager to give. Making sure his tongue was wet with spit, he leaned in fully, licking at the slit. The salty and bitter taste exploded on his tongue.

Glancing up, Derek took the head in his mouth to suck on it, slowly sliding his lips down along the length.

Stiles knew they didn't have too much time now, but he was definitely enjoying this prelude with his dick in Derek's mouth. "Fuck yes! You feel so good around my cock..." he groaned, letting his hand at Derek's nape slowly guide him, his hips coming alive to roll back and forth enough to meet the sucking motions half-way.

"We're gonna have so much sex tonight... Looking forward to it too," Stiles panted, getting lost in the hot sight of his erection framed by the pale-blue fabric and Derek's full lips making more and more of it wet with spit. Damn, he loved it when Derek tried to suck his brains out through his dick!

There was a noise of agreement, since Derek had his mouth full he couldn't verbally voice it but yes, so much sex tonight. And he was looking forward to it as well, for sure. As Stiles guided the motions of his head with the little pressure at his nape and the hip rolls, it gave him more freedom to use his hands elsewhere.

They slipped along the skin of his mate's legs, upwards to where the soft blue material was stretched over firm buttocks. Panties had easy access, he liked that. He was able to slide his fingers in at the sides so he could get his hands full with the flesh, his fingers teasing along the crack.

"Oh... I like that too..." Stiles babbled, eyes rolling shut as he enjoyed being touched like that. He widened his stance a bit to stand his ground firmer despite the fact that what Derek was doing to him made him go weak at the knees. But he wasn't going to give in, he had to stay upright.

"I can't believe we finally did it. We're officially husbands now too..." he whispered, the ceremony and that fact finally sinking in. "And I love it already so much," he added, pushing a bit deeper into Derek's mouth as he opened his eyes and looked down at his kneeling husband with flushed cheeks and glowing eyes, the pleasure and desire clear as day on his face.

Stiles had the habit of talking to him while receiving a blowjob. At first Derek hadn't known if he should pull off to answer but by now he was used to the babbling. The younger man knew he was listening, was probably used to Derek not talking and didn't need an answer to whatever he was saying. It was comforting, Derek was used to his talkative mate and didn't want it to change.

His fingers slid along the hole, teasing, not entering since it was a little damp with sweat but it was all too dry to get up in there. Instead he petted along the opening and caressed at the taint, his hands going with the hip motions so he could suck without moving his head. His tongue flattened, wanting the erection to go deeper. He loved deep-throating, the way the cock would push past limits, bump against the back of his throat.

Even with the babbling, Stiles was familiar with the signs Derek's body gave him and he felt it too what his pair wanted. So meeting his eyes, he finally shut up and used his free hand to caress a flushed cheek, his other keeping Derek's head in place as the Spark nodded barely noticeable.

Then he pulled a bit further out before pushing it in deeper than before. His perfect bow-shaped lips opened on a gasp as he felt his tip hit the back of the warm and wet throat and he pulled half-way back just to go further down that throat. He knew that both of them wanted the hard cock to be fully buried in there and Stiles was working on giving it to Derek.

His hips were moving careful but deep, the hand from the cheek reaching back to be placed on the hand under the lace. To keep those fingers rubbing against his twitching hole.

"Fuck... not gonna last long," he warned Derek, even if he knew that his mate was thirsting for his seed to flood his mouth. He loved this, loved how he was stimulated from both sides.

The tip of Derek’s finger caressed at the dry skin, wiggling its way deeper. There was no way Stiles was going to last with what he was about to do, and he wanted that. He wanted to swallow everything the other could give him so he could go back to the party with Stiles' taste clinging to his mouth.

As soon as the cock was in as far as it could go, with Derek's nose hitting the pubic hair, he sucked, hard. Hollowing his cheeks as the finger pushed in dry, knowing exactly that he was wrangling an orgasm out of his husband with that. All was fair in love and war after all. And he knew his mate so well that he could play the body like an instrument. Derek may not be good at talking, but he was very good at using his mouth for other purposes.

Derek never seemed to shy away from playing dirty and god, how much Stiles loved him for that! Because now... now he was literally seeing stars as his whole body shuddered, his skin breaking out in goose bumps, magic licking along them both like a warm wave hitting the shore.

His cry of pleasure was loud, the grip in Derek's hair painful as the human threw his head back and exploded without a warning, his seed shooting down on the willing throat and flooding his man's mouth. He came hard enough that he had to hold onto Derek so he wouldn't topple over him and end up on his face in the panties.

So much for being sneaky about what they were doing. Stiles' cry was loud, nearly banshee loud, and it amused Derek that they couldn't even sneak off for a quickie without alerting others. Greedily he took what was being offered.

And Derek made sure not to spill it because well, he was still dressed in his suit, which was kind of ruined already, no need to add more embarrassment to it. Derek's arms went to the back of Stiles' legs so he wouldn't have a chance to sprawl from weak knees, his finger remaining inside to fully milk his husband. The sucking was obscene at this point.

Some shaky breaths left Stiles in-between the panting and felt grateful for the steadying hand on him while the finger did its job and milked every last drop out of his throbbing cock.

"One of these days... you're gonna really... succeed sucking my brain out... through my cock..." he chuckled hoarsely and moaned, hips slowing down as he looked at Derek, watching his meat move in and out a few more times. Letting the hand on his ass go, he reached down to wipe a drop of cum that managed to slip past the swollen lips and Stiles lifted his thumb to his own mouth to lick it off with a soft moan.

Derek pulled away when he was sure Stiles wasn't going to fall over, gently extracting his finger and wiping at his mouth with his other hand. "When I turn Hannibal, I'll be sure to eat your brains that way."

The wolf made a face as he stood, revealing a large wet spot in his pants. The reason why the suit was already soiled and was going to need some water before going to the dry cleaner. His own fault, he should have undressed before he pleased his husband.

Stiles chuckled hoarsely from that joke and slid a hand onto the bulge, feeling the wet spot under his fingers as he rubbed them along the erection.

"I'll gladly be your victim like that," he grinned then kissed his husband, tasting himself on Derek's tongue as he wrapped his free arm around his middle, the other still rubbing him through the soiled pants as he pulled him closer to the bed. He only broke the kiss when his calves hit the edge of it then he sat down on it with his spent cock still hanging out of the blue panties.

"My turn now, though. I can't leave my new husband in discomfort..." he shot Derek a dirty look as he pulled him between his open legs, his face close to the wolf's crotch. His slender fingers did a quick job at opening them and letting the hard shaft spring free, lightly slapping against Stiles' cheek, which made him moan softly as he took it in one hand, big brown eyes holding Derek's gaze while he licked up along it.

Then it was Stiles' turn to wrap his lips around the wide tip and suckle the pre-cum off before sliding it deeper with approving moans, the salty and musky taste exploding on his tongue as he started sucking the massive cock for real.

Derek had wanted to get undressed this time but Stiles beat him to it and he could only watch mesmerized how his husband sucked him in. The pants had at least dropped to the floor and he was quick to shrug off his button down shirt as well where it was safe from any spilled evidence of their love making.

His hand slid up to Stiles' nape so he could caress the soft hair there, not to guide because his erection was too big. The human was going to need a little time to get used to having the girth in his mouth again before Derek could get a little more demanding. "No deep-throating yet, or I will spill way too soon."

No joke there, he had been aroused from getting Stiles off and if that wet heat was going to take him all the way, there was no way to stave off what had been building since the blue panties made their appearance.

There was a playful twinkle in Stiles' whiskey-brown eyes as he looked up at his now mostly naked man (because yes, this gorgeous man was his husband now!). It promised disobedience but at least playfulness, but he didn't want to spoil his own fun either.

So instead of doing the opposite of what Derek wanted, he kept sucking on the top half of the tasty cock, his mouth quickly adjusting to the length and girth since by now he was something like a pro at sucking Derek. One hand's fingers were circled around the half near the base to jerk it in time with his eager sucking motions. His other hand caressed the ripped abs and up to a nipple to tease it with his fingers.

Hissing at the sensation of having his nipple played with, Derek's erection twitched from the arousal. Stiles knew well how to manipulate the nubs and what the wolf liked, being sensitive just about everywhere thanks to what he was. Planting his feet more firmly onto the floor, as much as the puddled pants would let him, he moaned, the dual feelings of hand and mouth as well as nipple getting to him.

There was some time, so he wasn't in a hurry, if Stiles let him. That was something not always clear but something Derek loved. Nothing they did together was boring, it wasn't the same and always unexpected.

If Stiles' mouth wasn't that occupied, he would have grinned from that twitch he felt on his tongue. Instead he moaned around the thick shaft, letting the sound resonate through the hardness, then doubled his efforts of sucking and jerking Derek well. He flattened his tongue and let a few more inches between his lips, the tip nearly reaching the back of his throat while his fingers tightened a bit more around him too. The spit being spread and starting to run past Stiles' mouth made wet sounds which mixed with his small little moans as well.

He closed his eyes and let his flushed cheeks hollow each time he sucked, the stretched lips becoming swollen and sensitive from all the rubbing, but he loved it – and he looked up at Derek again to let him see just how much he was enjoying this too.

The pull of an orgasm was slowly building with the attention lavished on him. Derek knew it was not going to take much longer if this was kept up. But it was a slower build at least than the abrupt one that would have happened if Stiles had attempted to take him in all at once. It felt so good that he closed his eyes and leaned his head back, fully giving into Stiles.

The fingers slipped from the nape to the hair, no doubt going to mess it up but the wolf didn't care, hair could be fixed. His hips pushed a little, testing how much freedom he had to move without choking his mate on his erection.

Goose bumps appeared all over Stiles' neck and skull from the fingers in his hair as he kept going then moaned from the first few thrusts. Then he did what Derek really didn't like when already so lost in sex: pulled his mouth completely off the glistening cock, just to keep jerking it with his hand, the tip bumping against Stiles' red lips as he spoke.

"Fuck my mouth... Make me choke on you, push it all the way in, if you want... And fill my mouth with your cum, husband..." Stiles moaned sultrily, patting the wide tip against his reddened bottom lip, his playful tongue flicking out to catch a drop of pre-cum too. He had no shame when it came to sex with Derek.

There was a distinct whine in protest when Stiles pulled away from him just as it was going nicely. His husband had a habit of doing that, edging Derek at least once or twice, making him work hard for his orgasm. He loved it as much as he hated it.

"I was about to!" Stiles was something else alright. The alpha decided to not wait more for his mate to get back to it and instead did as he was told, pushing inside of the wet heat to get some friction going again. Not all the way in, as sexy as making him choke on it, it also affected his voice and they had guests to entertain. Next time. Instead he pushed in as far as the mouth could take it, getting a rhythm going with his hips while the grip in the hair tightened.

To that Stiles eagerly opened his mouth and made sure to wrap his lips tightly around the thick cock, eyes staying on Derek's face as his wish was granted. Derek knew too how much Stiles loved his face being fucked by his mate.

Slender hands gripped the muscular thighs to steady himself in his sitting position and the Spark just let his wolf enjoy himself while using his mouth for his pleasure. Of course, he used some of his own tricks too, like with digging his nails into flesh, using his tongue as best as he could, or moaning around the slick shaft in a needy manner to urge his husband to get his creamy dessert before cutting the cake.

It didn't take long for Derek to reach his orgasm. It was impossible, not when Stiles was using all the tricks in the book to get him ready. The nails added a bite of pain to the pleasure and the moans vibrated around the shaft, causing more stimulation than just the mouth and skilled tongue.

With a gasp, a loud one for Derek's normal quiet sexual sounds, the alpha unloaded spurt after hot spurt into the mouth, making a mess of it on purpose since he could. Stiles could wash his face, Derek loved to see his own semen coating the pale skin.

Stiles was groaning louder with the spurting dick in his mouth and now used a hand at the base again to help milk out every last drop. It was a big load and he quickly swallowed what was in his mouth, but let Derek mess his face up a bit too and enjoyed that with closed eyes.

He waited only until the last string of cum landed on his chin then moved forward to gently suck and lick every last drop off the spent cock, moaning from the rich spicy taste.

"I love how you taste..." the flushed human stated the obvious as he finally let the spent cock go but rested that hand on Derek's hip to keep him close. The other hand went to scoop up some of the cum from his face and suck it into his mouth. "Feed me the rest of it too..." he purred, meaning the remaining cum on his face.

A low throaty laugh was pulled from Derek at the demand, and one he wasn't going to say no to. However they were not in the position for him to easily do so, no matter how much Stiles wanted to stay like he was. He gave him a gentle push to lie flat on the bed, giving Derek the best angle to get on the bed on hands and knees, hovering over his husband.

Without a word, Derek leaned in and licked at his own seed, removing it from Stiles. There wasn't that much so once he had cleaned the spatters, he kissed his mate's eager mouth, licking into it and sharing the rest, their tastes mingling.

Stiles giggled a bit from the licking on his face, although it wasn't the first time Derek cleaned him like this. Initially he meant to feed it to him with Derek's fingers so he could suckle on those too, but this was an even better solution, so he eagerly kissed back while putting his arms around his man's neck, caressing all that naked skin of the broad back. His own body instinctively arched a bit upwards in search of more contact.

"You made a grave mistake, Mr. Hale-Stilinski..." Stiles mumbled against the plump lips, stealing more short kisses. "You put me in a horizontal position. It leaves me and my sexy panties wanting more of you."

"You and your sexy panties are going to get dressed. I have plans for tonight," Derek grinned against the lips, giving his very tempting husband one last peck. As much as he wanted to give Stiles more, they were neglecting their guests and Stiles had to be shivering with need tonight. "Come on, Eros, we have a cake to cut. A dance to give."

"Oooooh, I hope dirty plans! After all it's gonna be our wedding night...." Stiles grinned and playfully pushed Derek off him so he could get off the bed and put himself back under said panties with some adjusting moves. "I also like it that you're trying to play hard to get. But you'll fail, my dear brand new husband, because you'll want more of the hot stuff I am," Stiles declared, motioning towards his own body then went to teasingly pick up the discarded clothes from the floor. One by one. Bending forward with purpose to give Derek the perfectly teasing view of his small butt hugged by the pale blue lace. His way of teasing Derek right back before getting dressed and cleaning up before they'd return to their guests.

Derek skillfully ignored Stiles' attempts by focusing on dressing, because yes, Stiles had brought him a change of clothes too, yet another suit he probably wouldn't be wearing much but a more casual kind. It was a nice suit, fitted him right in all the places and was less of a penguin suit as Stiles called their wedding suits.

"On every anniversary of our wedding, we'll wear our wedding suits and make good use out of them." He didn't care if they did it while having dinner in a diner or restaurant or even KFC. This was going to be their tradition so they'd never forget today.

Stiles chuckled at that while dragging his other suit pants up. "I like that idea too! It'll be funny when we overdress in case we decide to go out on our anniversaries. Just imagine the faces of people around us!" It was an entertaining thought and managed to distract Stiles from more naughtiness happening.

"Alright, Mr. Mysterious Hale-Stilinski, let's go back and partyyy! I can hear even from here Beth getting impatient about cake," he chuckled once his shirt was properly buttoned down and tucked in. He didn't bother with a suit jacket this time since it was warm enough outside.

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