Part 3

Their first kiss had been this hurried peck on the lips when Stiles had announced he was going to pee. It wasn't how a first kiss should be but this was them and they did things weirdly all the time. Why even break such a pattern and go for normal?

At least their second kiss was more like it, a frantic meeting of hungry lips as Stiles' hands fisted in his jacket to pull him close. For a change Derek hadn't shoved him into a wall, Stiles was leaning against it willingly and their focus was on the kiss anyways. As soon as the Hale groaned, a tongue took the opportunity to slip in so he retaliated with vigor, letting the wet muscle explore before he returned the favor. The human tasted as he had always imagined he would, strawberry and cinnamon, though the fries and burger aftertaste had never been in his fantasies to be honest.

How long was this elevator ride going to take? Derek mused, his hands plucking at the shirt, wanting to roam underneath the cotton but mindful of the fact that Stiles was living in an apartment with neighbors who wouldn't appreciate seeing him half-undressed.

"How long is this stupid ride?" he complained, glancing to the buttons to see how much further they had to go up. At the same moment, the elevator pinged and the doors slid open. Finally.

"This long!" Stiles rasped with a cute little giggle and took Derek's hand to pull him onto the corridor. It wasn't that long but now it felt like it was and Stiles found himself pausing every few steps to grope and demand kisses, push Derek against the wall and demand for more kisses. But eventually they finally got to the end of the hallway and he had to focus on finding the hole with his key. A horny werewolf plastered against his back, kissing and licking his neck while rubbing that glorious bulge against him from behind were factors that made it quite difficult.

Up to the point that Stiles wouldn't have cared if Derek took him right then and there. But before they could commit that crime, he finally managed to open his door, some more stumbling following while they entered and he locked the world out behind them.

His flat wasn't that big – definitely not as spacey like Derek's loft back in Beacon Hills – but it was decent-sized if not a little bit run down. But Stiles tried to make it his own as best as he could from his not that stellar detective salary. Some big movie and band posters here and there, action figurines, comic books, some interesting choice of furniture, a bigger than usual board to map out cases, but neither of them cared about those things at all in that moment. Their goal was to get to the best piece of furniture Stiles owned: the king-sized bed in the next room.

The key landed somewhere on the floor along with Stiles' leather-jacket and shirt as he was backing away from the hungry wolf. His sneakers were a bit trickier to take off along with his socks, and not sexy at all. The trail of discarded clothes kinda were, though.

As frantic as Stiles was in getting his clothes off, so was Derek. They both undressed hurriedly and lacking any kind of grace while clothes were dropped around them. He didn't even bother with unlacing his boots, just kicked out of them and unpeeled his socks before dropping his underwear as well. Maybe he should have taken the time to ogle the naked human, to appreciate the newly toned and thicker body when it was before him like that. But they had too much need for one another to worry about anything or use functioning brain cells.

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Their lips clashed in hunger again as they tumbled onto the bed, for a moment the wood creaking dangerously but it didn't break from all the adult weight on it. Maybe it was getting a little too much action if it was already protesting at them crashing onto it. Well, Derek planned on breaking it completely.

With a breathless laugh, Derek’s hands caressed all the pale flesh within their reach, the trail of hairs along the chest leading down to a healthy uncut erection. Stiles was everything he had hoped he'd be and even more. As his fingers found a dusky nipple to toy with, he sucked on the bottom lip.

"Are you sober enough for me to fuck you?"

Stiles had some real problems with reminding himself how to breathe properly so after a while he simply gave up and resorted to panting. Which was accompanied by some moans when his bottom lip was captured by Derek's lips and his hard nipple was being played with. It shot jolts of lust down right into his happily leaking cock. God, he was so fucking hard at that point.

Derek was... all and more he had imagined about him hiding under those clothes numerous times. But no wet dream could compare to reality. He was more muscular and broader than him. His body heat was slamming into Stiles like a warm blanket, the other's weight on top of him so very welcomed that his pale thighs opened for him to accommodate the wolf, to feel him press closer. And that cock... damn... He only got a few glimpses of it, but it was beautiful and massive. Flushed and hard with need to be buried in him. And he wanted that more than anything!

"Yes! Oh hell yes! My horrifying realization at the club that it's really you and that you might take my grinding the wrong way... the fries and milkshake and your bold wish to get into my pants were sobering enough, believe me!" he chuckled against Derek's lips, his usually restless hands caressing, mapping out each muscle, dip and curve. "I'm so fucking hard for you. I want you to fuck me hard and long and then again until I can't take it or faint or whatever... I've been waiting for this for years..." he confessed and kissed Derek hungrily again, hands squeezing the firm butt to pull him closer and make him grind against him.

There were a few compliments in there. Derek was sure even though, Stiles being horrified at knowing it had been him as well as thinking Derek took the grinding the wrong way, in what way was he supposed to take it other than a horny and drunk human was enjoying the body he had been plastered against? Derek disliked that particular thought because he knew Stiles would have gone home with some stranger as well. The younger man had been looking for sex, and he was fortunate enough to come across him like that.

Grinding his erection against the other one, he let his weight settle on top of Stiles, their slick cockheads rubbing pre-come all over their skins whenever the foreskin was pushed away with their movements.

"I'm going to knot you until you can't walk anymore and you have to call in sick tomorrow. But I'll feed you breakfast." Derek was very confident in his skills, being large endowed would ensure such results easier, even if one wouldn't be good at actual intercourse. He was good at it though, and his oral skills never had any complaints either.

"Where's your lube?"

Stiles could only groan like a dying man from Derek's words. He was so up for all of that! It manifested in digging his nails into Derek's ass cheeks, his hips bucking up against that wonderful wet friction.

"I have a day off anyway... So yes, please! And... nightstand, top drawer. Hurry the fuck up!" he moaned, thinking clearly starting to become difficult. As much as he wanted to savor this for as long as possible, he also couldn't wait to feel that long shaft stretching him wide. And GOD! Did Derek say knotting?!

"Holy shit..." Stiles groaned, his heartbeat accelerating even more and he had to take a few deep breaths because his whole body just heated up.

The blunt nails digging into his ass cheeks made Derek moan, loudly. They might as well have started it in the elevator because they were going to be loud and make neighbors envious with what they were doing. Or they'd be getting noise complaints. Either way, it was going to be noticed.

The Hale reached for the top drawer, glad Stiles made use of it enough to have it within reaching distance and it was still full enough to not have to bother to squeeze it out with difficulty. Taking off the cap with his teeth, he spit it out to the floor, he'd find it later. At some point.

"Do you need fingers or not?" It was something Derek'd recommend but since it wasn't always comfortable for others to be fingered open, he was all for asking. He himself preferred fingers but he didn't need to worry about nails scratching him open, it would heal instantly. And as much as he loved taking his time opening up his lovers, this first time was about fucking Stiles into the mattress.

"A little, yes. I was told I'm too tight to go right for the big prize..." he flushed maybe a bit shyly, but the way he pulled his legs higher up to expose himself to Derek was anything but shy. "I like some pain, but not too much. Besides..." Stiles panted hoarsely while watching the gorgeous man above him with the opened lube "... I love riding fingers too," he confessed.

He couldn't believe he was telling such things to Derek and could get even redder than he already was. He was and could, though.

"What do you like?" Stiles asked instead, honestly curious about these things despite the burning desire to be impaled on those thick fingers or cock or something.

Jesus. Stiles shouldn't be allowed to say such things and not expect Derek to want to savage him right there and then. Too tight to go right in, of course he was. Stiles was always a complicated human and a lot of work, he was mostly worth all the work, though.

Squirting some of the lube on his fingers, Derek rubbed the liquid to warm it up, the clear lubricant making his fingers shine wetly. His eyes hungrily feasted on the expanse of flesh bared to him and he couldn't help but lick his lips. "Because of my healing, I'm tight too," Derek informed his current lover, the pad of his finger pressing against the rim to rub the lube along the tight muscle. "So I like to be fingered open, a slow slide of a thick finger first."

Adding more lube now that he had coated the hole with it, he gently put pressure behind his finger, watching as the muscle slowly opened up enough to accept it even though it was fighting it. "Slow so I can feel the burn and first awkwardness of something inside me." Pulling his finger out, it was pushed back inside, deeper this time.

"Holy shit... Derek!" Stiles groaned, the muscles in his stomach bunching together as desire stabbed him there and in his lower regions too, making his flushed cock jump happily. But he focused on relaxing his ass as much as he could, the slow intrusion coupled with those words and the meaning behind them keeping him flushed. His fingers curled into fists around the white sheet he currently had on his bed and watched and felt everything Derek was doing.

It was such a head rush. Derek Hale pushing a slicked up finger right up his ass, making it burn just the right amount before giving way for more. And knowing that Derek loved being fingered and fucked too was information to be stored and used later. Because yes, Stiles was going to do Derek too if given the chance.

"More, please!" he bit down on his bottom lip, lightly rocking his ass against the exploring finger. "Feels so good... And... later... much later... I'd love to familiarize myself with that tight hotness of yours too..." he looked up into the werewolf's eyes with pure lust.

"If you do that, you're going to need to use a lot of fingers," Derek told him as he searched for the fingers, finding them curled tightly into the sheets. "You have long but slender fingers, you can fit four easily." Oh yeah, he knew what he was doing with his words, and his actions. He licked his lips and added a second finger to plunge within his new conquest.

"Mine are thick and big, made to plunder." Some more lube was added to make the preparing smoother, curling them right as they were pushed in all the way to push against the prostate at the first stab. As Derek had said, he knew what he was doing and how good he was at it. He loved doing it.

"You're going to need three in you, though, because my knot is going to make you feel like you're taking a fist." Stiles was going to take it, because Stiles had always been curious. No doubt he had researched werewolves back then, had wondered if they had knots like dogs or not. "Born wolves have them, I know you were wondering."

"Fuck..." Stiles groaned from Derek's exciting words and the second thick finger pushing in too, putting more pressure on his by then wet hole. Another moan escaped him before he could say anything because he felt his ass accepting the intrusion, letting them in and then a third moan – or more like a yell – happened too and his hard cock jumped against his stomach. The violent rush of joy was expected when the skilled fingers brushed against his prostate and he did see some stars from it.

God, Derek really knew what he was doing!

"I'll use as many fingers... as you need..." he promised, panting and letting his hips come alive to ride the buried fingers wantonly, cheeks burning a brighter shade of red. "And what makes you think I haven't had a fist up in my ass before?" he asked suggestively, the idea of being stretched so wide from a werewolf's knot only messing up his mind even more. And yes, he did research that and wondered not once how Derek's would feel in him like that.

"I... want you to pump me full of your release... plug it deep in me with your knot. I want you to breed me like that, Derek. I want you to give it to me... grind your dick in me as deep as it'll go... be stretched by you to my limit. I want you to fuck me into oblivion... at long last..." he babbled, his lips suddenly going dry from knowing that it was going to happen after years of just fantasizing about it.

"I think many things, Stiles. You're nothing if not curious," Derek threw back, with a look. The problem with the human all those years he has known him was that Stiles had lacked confidence. He didn't think others were attracted to him so they weren't and he'd be chasing after what he couldn't have. In college, kids weren't as harsh as they were in high school and he knew Stiles would have had his fill there to get all those curious thoughts and urges explored.

The fingers teased the prostate a few times, pressing along it over and over while Stiles babbled away, of course never shutting up which was also something Derek had known would happen. There were only a few things that would shut the human up – one of them was stuffing that mouth full with something not food because Stiles talked and chewed at the same time and it wasn't pretty. He got quiet when they kissed, though. "Long last, hm? How many times did you touch yourself thinking about this?"

Derek emphasized ‘this’ by pushing his fingers in deep after he had nearly pulled them out all the way. "How often did you come thinking about my dick stretching you wide, give you a reason for not being able to sit? Did you moan my name?" Another finger was added, the three digits pulling along the rim, stretching the tight hole with wet sounds of the lube. "Did you dream about me sucking you off until you'd paint my face white?"

"Oh god! Yes to all of that!" Stiles cried out, squirming on the stretching fingers to feel them more. His previous shyness was quickly burned away by the pure lust he felt for this man and his dirty words. They worked even more than in his dirtiest fantasies.

"I... I came so, so many times while imagining you do all that... and so much more to me... Fucking me raw in every position I could think of... In bed, against a wall, on the floor... in a shady alley, in the forest... in front of strangers in a BDSM club's back room... even on top of the Nemeton..." he confessed because what use was in keeping it a secret anymore when Derek was right there, fingering him open for his thick cock Stiles was so hungry for?

"And I dreamed of deep-throating you, feeding my cock to you and also fucking you with it. I fantasized with you fucking my ass with my toys instead when I was doing that to myself. I came so many times thinking of you... Wishing you were there for real!" he reached up to grab the back of Derek's nape and pull him close so he could bite and tug on the full bottom lip a few times. "But now you are here. Really here. Will you do these things with me?"

BDSM clubs – that stuck out but Derek didn't comment on it, it shouldn't even surprise him that a scene like that got Stiles' attention. With their past, they all probably felt some attraction to it, it was unavoidable. Stiles was too used to pain to know a life without it.

Playfully Derek bit back by sucking on the lips so close for the taking, sucking on them and soothing them with his tongue. "We can do some of those things," he promised, keeping it vague on purpose to keep the human guessing as to what things those might be. Some extra lube was added to the hole, his fingers testing the looseness by spreading and tugging at the rim.

"I can help you tick one off the list: fucking you in bed." Some more lube was used to coat his erection, wetting it from tip to balls with a practiced stroke to get himself ready. The fingers pulled out, only to be replaced by the blunt head of his cock. "Fucking you raw."

The head was pushed past the tight ring of muscles.

Stiles groaned from the tugging against his rim then he repeated it when something bigger than fingers began pushing into him, Derek's words only turning him on more.

"Yes, please!" he panted, taking hold of a wide shoulder as he pulled his legs a bit higher up for a better angle. He had to remind himself to breathe through it, eyes glued to the big glistening cock pushing and pushing into him. And oh god, the stretch! That familiar burn! All those inches! Stiles reached down with his free hand to stroke along his own balls and shaft, moaning loud and needy. It was nearly too much yet so far from enough.

"Yes! Put it all in me! God... you're so fucking big! I love it!" he grunted nearly desperately, his trembling legs hooking around Derek's back, his head dropping back on the pillow as his eyes rolled shut and mouth opened on a series of pants and moans. "Want it all in me... Come on, Derek!"

"It's coming, patience. I don't want to rip you." He was big enough to do some serious damage if he'd push in all the way too quickly without letting the rim get used to it. That wasn't something he wanted for their first time. The stretching, the lube and a careful insertion would mean they could fuck like Stiles wanted to. With a shimmy of the hips, he pushed in a little deeper.

The flesh gave way, the muscles relaxing, easing up on the tight grip around his erection. That was what he’s been waiting for, so Derek pushed in all the way, bottoming out with a slap of the flesh.

"It's all in you now. You weren't kidding when you said you're tight." It made Derek groan because it was slick and tight in the alluring heat. He let the abused flesh get used to the impalement before he started to move. Stiles was going to be raw even when he was all careful and gentle.

"Y-yeah..." It was all Stiles could say at the moment.

It was the second time that night that Stiles was getting drunk. But this time not on alcohol but sex. And it was SO much better like this! Not to mention that it was caused by the object of his years long affection! The gorgeous Derek Hale himself! Stiles couldn't really comprehend that. He probably will need a few days after this to fully believe it.

But right now... right now he had barely enough brain cells left to think more or less clearly. Because FINALLY he was impaled onto that big dick, up to the hilt! That in itself was blowing his mind just as much as knowing whose dick it was.

Opening his eyes again, he looked up at Derek, wanting that feeling and the sight of the dark-haired man hovering over him burn into his mind and muscle memory. Once Derek was gone to continue his travels, Stiles wanted to reach back to this memory and savor it, replay every moment while touching himself and longing to be back right here. But he'll have plenty of time for that on his endless lonely nights. Right now he wanted to enjoy every moment this – for him – perfect man had decided to spend with him in his bed.

So Stiles gave his body some more time to adjust with pulling Derek down for a passionate, nearly desperate and long kiss.

Look who had gotten quiet after all! The stuttered ‘Yeah’ was a testament on its own how much this was getting to Stiles, since the one word he had managed to say was the one word Derek often used to shut people up. It could mean anything, it was generic and didn't require much thinking so right now, the Hale was pretty proud of getting the human to that point by impaling him on his erection.

It was also perfect because he didn't want to talk either. Not when he was balls deep in this tight heat and Stiles was looking at him like he was the sun himself. Grabby hands pulled him in for a kiss, one that was almost like his newfound lover and old friend wanted to inhale him whole. Emotions were heavy with him, but Derek didn't want to ruin this moment by asking about it. Instead he returned the desperate kiss with the same kind of intensity, their tongues battling. Not for dominance because that had been settled already, they battled to pour as much into it as possible.

With a slow move of his hips, he pulled out a little and pushed back in, the thrusts slow and not too deep yet so the body could get used to the largeness making its home within. Derek was planning on making the bed creak loudly and Stiles moan just as loud, or preferably louder.

The kisses were amazing, making Stiles' head even dizzier, but he so didn't mind that! Not for a second. He did moan into the wolf's mouth though when that glorious cock finally started tentatively sliding in and out. Slowly and gently at first, clearly testing the waters. Stiles appreciated that because he knew he was going to feel this for days no matter how Derek was going to fuck him. Not that he had a problem with that. He liked such reminders. Which could include bruises and bite marks and hickeys too.

Breaking the kiss, he panted and softly moaned against Derek's lips in approval, expressing the pleasure which started building in the depths of his body. He'd waited so long to feel Derek so deep in him. For all of this...

"You feel so good..." he whispered, nails slightly digging into the still captured shoulder, his other hand holding onto Derek's muscular upper-arm, as if bracing himself for what was to come. Because he knew this was just the start. "Fuck me, Derek..." he encouraged, more or less finding his voice again. "Like this... or on my hands and knees or riding you or all of the above. Just fuck me deep... I'm burning up for it," he panted, kissing and mouthing along the stubbly jawline.

"You're really telling the werewolf to fuck you doggy style?" Derek couldn't help but snort with amused laughter, knowing Stiles didn’t think about it when he uttered it in the heat of the moment. Though yeah, that position was a good one, he'd admit that much but right now, like this was perfect.

Taking one of the legs, he pulled it up, letting the calf rest on his shoulder while he got ready to do what he wanted to do badly. Had wanted to for so long and now he was finally inside that tempting body to make it all his and for now, only his.

"I want to see your face as I take you. Want to kiss your moans and gasps away while you scratch my back open in desperation to come on my dick."

The plan was to make Stiles never want anybody but Derek, to crave him because the sex had been that good, that overwhelming that he couldn't go without it anymore. Getting a firm grip on the hips, the werewolf looked at the human's face closely as he pulled out all the way before slamming back in, deep, rough and hard. The rhythm was set, the thick cock was plunging inside to make itself a home permanently.

The laugh that started bubbling up from Stiles once he realized that it was indeed funny what he had said quickly turned into a throaty groan from the picture Derek painted into his mind. He wanted to tell the wolf that yes, it was what Stiles craved for too, but the air was quite literally fucked out of him.

His sweaty face contorted in pleasure and he cried out, nails digging into Derek's upper-arm after the first thrust. Then after a few more Stiles adjusted his leg on the shoulder to get into an even better angle. That is when he really let his voice out, the intensity of Derek's gaze becoming too much, too hot, too... everything, so Stiles averted his eyes, watching in amazement as the glistening cock was finally assaulting his ass the way he needed the most. It was a sight to behold and to burn into his head before he let it plop back on the bed, eyes rolling shut to give himself fully over to the nearly too much pounding.

And Derek was right, his fingers soon gripped the bunching muscles, scratching the slick skin with breathy pants and loud yells and incomprehensible babbles of pleasure.

Derek drank it all in, the way Stiles reacted to him as he set the brutal pounding. The way he would bite at his lips and throw his head back with abandon, and how his heart hammered away in his chest wildly, sweat slicking the pale skin. There were babbles but Derek didn't know what they all meant since they came with gasps and moans and loud yells. The plan of letting the entire building know what they were up to? Yeah, that plan was a great success for sure.

Blunt nails scrambled at his skin, scratching red lines which faded not long after the sting of it had reached his mind. And it took a moment with how invested he was in watching the human, because he was beautiful like this. Like a dream almost. Maybe he was dreaming and none of this was real. If that was the case, he didn't want to wake up.

"You look so good like this, Stiles. So good," Derek panted in his ear, adjusting his angle so he could fully fuck along the prostate. He wasn't just chasing his own pleasure, he was chasing after both of theirs, wanted to feel the muscles contract around him.

At the base of his erection, a larger bump started to form.

It took a moment or two in-between the deep pounding and wave after wave of mind-numbing pleasure for Stiles to comprehend what the man above him was saying. Opening his whiskey-brown eyes with the dilated pupils, it took two tries for Stiles to be able to say something comprehensible.

"And you... oh god, you feel so good in me! I'm gonna come before the knot is in if you continue like this!" he warned. A part of him wanted it that way. To spill his seed before he'd get impaled and locked together, but another part was too curious to do that while he was stretched to the limit and his orgasm was literally going to be ground out of him by the big werewolf cock.

"I want it in me..." Stiles decided, looking down between them and when he noticed the filling bump, he reached down with one hand in awe, gently stroking it with his fingertips. "I wanna know how it feels... how it fills me," he glimpsed at Derek's face, watching his reactions as he deliberately made his ass clamp down on the pounding shaft.

Shivering when Stiles' curious fingers caressed the knot, Derek had to stop to catch his breath, a strangled moan coming out when the human clamped down around him. It was almost too much all at once, the knot was very sensitive. Panting roughly, the wolf looked down at where their bodies were meeting, as if the sight of the stretched pink rim made this less arousing. It didn't.

"Jesus Stiles, you can't... knot's sensitive." Somehow he had the feeling Stiles had known that and he was teasing Derek in a way only the clever spaz could. Even when they were in bed together. Taking the hand away from his cock, he interlocked their fingers to keep it right where it was, on the pillow. "I'm going to make you feel it."

Leaning closer, their lips were almost touching, forcing the other to look at him as he pulled out almost fully. And when he pushed back in, it went all the way in, the thick knot swelling the more he fucked into the tight heat, over and over until... he couldn't anymore, the knot too big and catching at the rim, locking them together. Derek felt the pleasure heightening as his testicles pulled up and he came so hard he couldn't keep looking at Stiles. He had to close his eyes while his lover's insides were getting coated with hot seed.

If feeling Derek's thick and long cock in him was intense, then feeling the knot breach and settle in Stiles was outright overwhelming. The burning stretch was nearly too much, coaxing a strangled moan out of Stiles. But he took it, he took it all until there was nothing he could do but watch Derek's face contort in immense pleasure as he kept coming with a trembling body and sounds Stiles wanted for himself for the rest of their lives.

He moaned when he felt himself getting filled, his own leg trembling on Derek's shoulder and that strangled sound was back as he reached down with his free hand to curiously run his fingertips along his wet rim, to feel how much he was stretched. And oh god... he knew he's never been so open before for anyone!

Realizing that, he squeezed Derek's fingers with his own in the firm, nearly painful grip the wolf still had on his hand and slid the other up over his balls and shaft to start jerking himself and join Derek's pleasure with his own.

The second he touched himself, his ass began slightly tightening around everything inside of him and he moaned desperately, that tightening continuing with every wet stroke his hand made.

"Derek!" Stiles managed to whine at the very brink and the continuous deep grinding against his prostate and the hand on his cock seemed to become his undoing. He gave in with a hoarse and loud yell, shooting his thick load across his stomach and chest, sweaty body squirming and arching and pushing back against the wolf's glistening groin, his ass milking the cock and knot for every last drop while Stiles was blinded by the intense pleasure, his own messed up fingers jerking himself through the orgasm.

The werewolf could only shiver and moan when Stiles came between them, spilling a hot gush and clenching around him even more. It milked him dry, pulling more out of him until there was so much wetness surrounding his cock, all of it his own semen. He had filled the human up to the brink as if he could breed him, his body deeming the other worthy to try which only affirmed his attraction to the other male. They were compatible as much as they weren't.

Gently he let the leg down so Stiles wouldn't cramp up and it freed his hand so he could get a few fingers of semen from their skin, licking it off.

"You taste like more." There was no more, for now they were locked together, sweaty and sated.

Derek kissed Stiles, brushing some of the damp hairs away from the flushed face. "It'll take about ten minutes for the knot to go down so try not to move too much, it won't be good for either of us."

Stiles was still pretty much out of it but he forced his eyes to open and watch what Derek was doing, his head instinctively moving into the caress he got, his messed up fingers slowing on his equally messy cock. He wiped most of it off on his stomach then licked the rest off while nodding in silence that he understood what Derek warned him about. And for once he obeyed.

Maybe his mind was still too fucked out of its place to protest and try to move just to see if Derek was right. Or maybe he just needed a few more minutes to comprehend what just happened.

Derek Hale finally fucking the living daylight out of him. Knotting him! Breeding him! And obviously wanting more...

Which meant that he had enjoyed this just as much as Stiles did. It was mind-blowing to the human who always thought he was too out of league for someone like Derek. And now he was panting above him, sweaty from amazing sex, their bodies locked together by the knot and that deep carnal hunger for Stiles didn't dissipate after he got what he wanted (fucking Stiles through the mattress). It stayed and promised so much more...

"Yes to the more," he blurted out after slipping his clean finger out of his mouth.

"You'll get more, we're not done yet," Derek promised because he wanted to make the one night last, who knows what morning would bring. Stiles had his life here as a San Francisco detective while Derek was the perpetual backpacker with his whole life stuffed into the one bag. Being omega meant he was free to do whatever he wanted to and sometimes he had had sex with other werewolves too, for a moment, to get enough of a pack feeling to not go crazy. It worked and with the years, Derek's confidence had grown.

He was happy now with who he was, had put the past behind him and finally moved on. Which meant he could enjoy being with this handsome human without guilt, without negative emotions. Just the two of them and their bodies and it was amazing. With half-lidded eyes and a smile on his face, Derek captured the abandoned wet finger to suck it in his mouth.

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