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Angry Young Man
Teen Wolf - Derek/Stiles
Explicit
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Stiles is tired of getting so much shit and takes it out on Derek.
Stiles crashed inside, letting the door slam into the wall so that dust and ash billowed following him up the stairs. He ground his teeth when Derek didn't immediately materialize like he did whenever he wanted something. Derek had to have heard his Jeep, and if not that, Stiles' entrance, but Derek waited in his bedroom, the one room on the second floor that had all four walls and a roof.
He couldn't keep his hands from flexing into fists, not with all his anger so close to the surface that every little thing set him off. His footsteps echoed through the empty house, heavy and determined. When he thumped into the bedroom, Derek barely glanced up from the book he was reading by the light of the window. It was Stiles' growl that got his attention.
"Stiles?"
"Get up," Stiles demanded, violently pulling his coat off and tossing it over a dresser. He watched impatiently while Derek marked his place in the book and then stood. Derek didn't make a sound moving on his bare feet, but he frowned and studied Stiles from under lowered eyelids.
Stiles waited barely long enough for Derek to reach out for him, and then he lashed out, shoving Derek into the wall. He followed with his body, bouncing into Derek's muscles and straining to keep them both steady. Fitting his knee between Derek's thighs, Stiles viciously rubbed his denim-covered erection into Derek's thin sleeping pants. He ducked his head and pushed his face into the curve between Derek's neck and his shoulder.
He didn't know what he wanted, he was just so sick and tired of everyone else assuming they knew better than he did. So he wasn't a teen wolf, so he wasn't the star lacrosse player, so he wasn't top of the class, who the fuck cared? Well, except for everyone who got their jollies telling him how stupid he was.
Derek tried to lift his arms around Stiles, but Stiles shoved them back to the wall, holding Derek's wrists in a tight grip. He didn't want to be comforted, didn't want to lose himself in Derek's strength.
"Okay."
Jerking back, Stiles watched Derek calmly avert his eyes. A full body shiver caught Derek, but he tipped his head to the side, baring his throat for Stiles.
Not willing to risk Derek changing his mind, Stiles grabbed him and steered him until Stiles could push him back on the bed. The mattress groaned under Derek's weight, and Stiles stepped back, watching Derek's long body spread out for him. He tugged off his shirt and quickly stripped out of his jeans and shoes. When he finished, he climbed on the bed and straddled Derek's hips.
"Off," he demanded, pulling up on the hem of Derek's shirt. The fabric bunched under Derek's back, stuck until Derek rolled up. "Take this off, now."
He pulled the material over Derek's head messing up Derek's particularly styled hair. Stiles tossed it behind him without looking. He raked his fingernails down Derek's chest, leaving thick red scratches that healed again two seconds later. "Don't," he said, frowning. "Don't heal so fast."
Again, Derek averted his eyes and simply nodded. Stiles leaned down and bit him firmly on the side of the neck, sucking hard, kissing and licking. Derek thrummed underneath him, but he kept his hands glued to the mattress instead of manhandling Stiles like he usually did. Stiles only let up when the bruise on Derek's neck was wider than his three fingers put together. Stiles watched it for several seconds, making sure Derek would let it stay so he could admire it.
Sitting back on his heels, Stiles couldn't help admiring Derek's entire body. "Put your hands above your head," he said, hardly recognizing the husk in his own voice.
The slight change in position, made him go all hot and cold at the same time. Derek canted his hips, his ribs up and vulnerable as he watched Stiles with lowered eyelids. Stiles pulled Derek's pants down, smiling when it became obvious that his wolf wasn't wearing anything underneath. He was hard already, dick curving to the right with his balls hanging heavy underneath.
Stiles palmed himself, and reached over to grab the lube from the nightstand. He'd never felt so powerful, usually, he was belly down squirming with Derek's fingers in him. He pushed Derek's thighs apart, and kept pushing until Derek strained to make them obey. Changing his mind, Stiles dropped the tube on Derek's belly and bent low, blowing over the sensitive stretch of skin between his balls and his hole.
"You going tease me, or fuck me?"
"Both, if you're lucky," Stiles mumbled into Derek's thigh, breathing in Derek's musk, that spicy popcorn scent he left behind in Stiles' bed when he slipped out at dawn. "Now, shut up."
He mouthed up and down the inside of Derek's thigh, scraping his teeth while he made sure Derek kept his legs open. After he was satisfied Derek trembled with more than just tension, he picked up the tube again and coated his fingers. Shifting up and shuffling closer, Stiles teased Derek's hole, brushing it and pushing at the rim without seriously trying to breech it. He felt Derek shift uneasily and tried to sooth him with touch to his belly.
The first finger slid in easy once Derek finally relaxed, and Stiles couldn't believe how warm he felt inside. He felt like he was on top of the world, not just the incredibly dominant Alpha of the local wolfpack, as he looked down at Derek splayed over the bed. As anxious as he was to shove his dick in and go to town, he didn't want to hurt Derek, even if he knew the werewolf would just take it without flinching.
He wanted Derek to like it. He wanted to take Derek apart for once.
Stiles slipped another finger in, slowly rotating his wrist until he found that bump that made Derek's eyes flash red. It was dirty and messy, and Stiles wasn't prepared to move on until he had all four fingers squelching in and out of Derek easily. Derek had long past the point he could growl at Stiles to hurry up. Instead, a constant whine poured from his throat and the tendons in his neck never relaxed.
Slicking his cock up without spontaneously coming his brains out, was maybe the hardest thing Stiles had ever tried to do. He stretched the skin between his balls, willing them to chill while he scooped Derek's leg up and settled in on his shoulder. Stiles jerked Derek's dick too, sliding his hand up and down in an easy motion that was too loose to give Derek any kind of release. He only wanted Derek satisfied once Stiles had his dick deep inside Derek's body.
He guided his cock down Derek's cleft and hissed as it slipped easily inside. Stiles clutched Derek's leg and used it to lift Derek up until most his weight fell on his shoulders. His sweat dripped down on Derek's stomach adding to the wet heat between them. He swiped his hand over it and then grabbed Derek's side, holding on. He knew he should ease into it, but Derek's body felt so good, so open, and exactly what he wanted.
His hips jerked forward once, and then he couldn't hold back anymore. Derek's thigh braced against Stiles' chest letting him move into every thrust. He stroked his dick with one hand and covered Stiles' hand with his other. Stiles banged his hips into Derek's ass, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried to make it last.
"Stiles. Stiles."
Stiles blinked in time to see Derek spurt over his fist, splashing up onto his chest. Derek's body seized, legs holding Stiles tightly to him, and that took Stiles over the edge too, coming messily into Derek and bracing himself on the bed. He could barely hear Derek's harsh panting over the roaring in his ears. It was a couple of minutes before they both calmed down enough to unstick from each other.
Derek's soft cotton pants were still hanging half over the bed, so Stiles took them to help clean up. He wiped himself with one leg, and then gently rubbed the clean side over Derek's ass, mopping up the excess lube and come. After he finished, he finished, he crawled up the bed and flopped down in the empty space.
"Bad day?" Derek asked, rolling over face to face with Stiles and curling his arm around Stiles' waist.
"I think it was International Emasculate Stiles Day," he answered, leaning his head on Derek's pillow. He watched while the hickey he'd made earlier slowly disappeared, leaving Derek perfect and unmarked again. He sighed heavily, suddenly crushed under a wave of guilt. "I don't know whether I should apologize or thank you first."
"You don't have to do either," Derek said, his thumb tracing the dip in Stiles' spine. "Not with me."
"Derek-"
Derek pulled Stiles flush against him, grinding their bodies together. "Next time, when you're not so pissed off, I'm going to chain you to the bed and ride you until you're begging me to let you come," he whispered, lips moving against Stiles' forehead.
"Always have to be on top, don't you?" Stiles asked, fighting a wave of sleepiness with his desire to roll over and start round two. Either way, he felt content with his dick snugged between their bellies and the rest of the world miles away.
Teen Wolf - Derek/Stiles
Explicit
Insert general disclaimer
Stiles is tired of getting so much shit and takes it out on Derek.
Stiles crashed inside, letting the door slam into the wall so that dust and ash billowed following him up the stairs. He ground his teeth when Derek didn't immediately materialize like he did whenever he wanted something. Derek had to have heard his Jeep, and if not that, Stiles' entrance, but Derek waited in his bedroom, the one room on the second floor that had all four walls and a roof.
He couldn't keep his hands from flexing into fists, not with all his anger so close to the surface that every little thing set him off. His footsteps echoed through the empty house, heavy and determined. When he thumped into the bedroom, Derek barely glanced up from the book he was reading by the light of the window. It was Stiles' growl that got his attention.
"Stiles?"
"Get up," Stiles demanded, violently pulling his coat off and tossing it over a dresser. He watched impatiently while Derek marked his place in the book and then stood. Derek didn't make a sound moving on his bare feet, but he frowned and studied Stiles from under lowered eyelids.
Stiles waited barely long enough for Derek to reach out for him, and then he lashed out, shoving Derek into the wall. He followed with his body, bouncing into Derek's muscles and straining to keep them both steady. Fitting his knee between Derek's thighs, Stiles viciously rubbed his denim-covered erection into Derek's thin sleeping pants. He ducked his head and pushed his face into the curve between Derek's neck and his shoulder.
He didn't know what he wanted, he was just so sick and tired of everyone else assuming they knew better than he did. So he wasn't a teen wolf, so he wasn't the star lacrosse player, so he wasn't top of the class, who the fuck cared? Well, except for everyone who got their jollies telling him how stupid he was.
Derek tried to lift his arms around Stiles, but Stiles shoved them back to the wall, holding Derek's wrists in a tight grip. He didn't want to be comforted, didn't want to lose himself in Derek's strength.
"Okay."
Jerking back, Stiles watched Derek calmly avert his eyes. A full body shiver caught Derek, but he tipped his head to the side, baring his throat for Stiles.
Not willing to risk Derek changing his mind, Stiles grabbed him and steered him until Stiles could push him back on the bed. The mattress groaned under Derek's weight, and Stiles stepped back, watching Derek's long body spread out for him. He tugged off his shirt and quickly stripped out of his jeans and shoes. When he finished, he climbed on the bed and straddled Derek's hips.
"Off," he demanded, pulling up on the hem of Derek's shirt. The fabric bunched under Derek's back, stuck until Derek rolled up. "Take this off, now."
He pulled the material over Derek's head messing up Derek's particularly styled hair. Stiles tossed it behind him without looking. He raked his fingernails down Derek's chest, leaving thick red scratches that healed again two seconds later. "Don't," he said, frowning. "Don't heal so fast."
Again, Derek averted his eyes and simply nodded. Stiles leaned down and bit him firmly on the side of the neck, sucking hard, kissing and licking. Derek thrummed underneath him, but he kept his hands glued to the mattress instead of manhandling Stiles like he usually did. Stiles only let up when the bruise on Derek's neck was wider than his three fingers put together. Stiles watched it for several seconds, making sure Derek would let it stay so he could admire it.
Sitting back on his heels, Stiles couldn't help admiring Derek's entire body. "Put your hands above your head," he said, hardly recognizing the husk in his own voice.
The slight change in position, made him go all hot and cold at the same time. Derek canted his hips, his ribs up and vulnerable as he watched Stiles with lowered eyelids. Stiles pulled Derek's pants down, smiling when it became obvious that his wolf wasn't wearing anything underneath. He was hard already, dick curving to the right with his balls hanging heavy underneath.
Stiles palmed himself, and reached over to grab the lube from the nightstand. He'd never felt so powerful, usually, he was belly down squirming with Derek's fingers in him. He pushed Derek's thighs apart, and kept pushing until Derek strained to make them obey. Changing his mind, Stiles dropped the tube on Derek's belly and bent low, blowing over the sensitive stretch of skin between his balls and his hole.
"You going tease me, or fuck me?"
"Both, if you're lucky," Stiles mumbled into Derek's thigh, breathing in Derek's musk, that spicy popcorn scent he left behind in Stiles' bed when he slipped out at dawn. "Now, shut up."
He mouthed up and down the inside of Derek's thigh, scraping his teeth while he made sure Derek kept his legs open. After he was satisfied Derek trembled with more than just tension, he picked up the tube again and coated his fingers. Shifting up and shuffling closer, Stiles teased Derek's hole, brushing it and pushing at the rim without seriously trying to breech it. He felt Derek shift uneasily and tried to sooth him with touch to his belly.
The first finger slid in easy once Derek finally relaxed, and Stiles couldn't believe how warm he felt inside. He felt like he was on top of the world, not just the incredibly dominant Alpha of the local wolfpack, as he looked down at Derek splayed over the bed. As anxious as he was to shove his dick in and go to town, he didn't want to hurt Derek, even if he knew the werewolf would just take it without flinching.
He wanted Derek to like it. He wanted to take Derek apart for once.
Stiles slipped another finger in, slowly rotating his wrist until he found that bump that made Derek's eyes flash red. It was dirty and messy, and Stiles wasn't prepared to move on until he had all four fingers squelching in and out of Derek easily. Derek had long past the point he could growl at Stiles to hurry up. Instead, a constant whine poured from his throat and the tendons in his neck never relaxed.
Slicking his cock up without spontaneously coming his brains out, was maybe the hardest thing Stiles had ever tried to do. He stretched the skin between his balls, willing them to chill while he scooped Derek's leg up and settled in on his shoulder. Stiles jerked Derek's dick too, sliding his hand up and down in an easy motion that was too loose to give Derek any kind of release. He only wanted Derek satisfied once Stiles had his dick deep inside Derek's body.
He guided his cock down Derek's cleft and hissed as it slipped easily inside. Stiles clutched Derek's leg and used it to lift Derek up until most his weight fell on his shoulders. His sweat dripped down on Derek's stomach adding to the wet heat between them. He swiped his hand over it and then grabbed Derek's side, holding on. He knew he should ease into it, but Derek's body felt so good, so open, and exactly what he wanted.
His hips jerked forward once, and then he couldn't hold back anymore. Derek's thigh braced against Stiles' chest letting him move into every thrust. He stroked his dick with one hand and covered Stiles' hand with his other. Stiles banged his hips into Derek's ass, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried to make it last.
"Stiles. Stiles."
Stiles blinked in time to see Derek spurt over his fist, splashing up onto his chest. Derek's body seized, legs holding Stiles tightly to him, and that took Stiles over the edge too, coming messily into Derek and bracing himself on the bed. He could barely hear Derek's harsh panting over the roaring in his ears. It was a couple of minutes before they both calmed down enough to unstick from each other.
Derek's soft cotton pants were still hanging half over the bed, so Stiles took them to help clean up. He wiped himself with one leg, and then gently rubbed the clean side over Derek's ass, mopping up the excess lube and come. After he finished, he finished, he crawled up the bed and flopped down in the empty space.
"Bad day?" Derek asked, rolling over face to face with Stiles and curling his arm around Stiles' waist.
"I think it was International Emasculate Stiles Day," he answered, leaning his head on Derek's pillow. He watched while the hickey he'd made earlier slowly disappeared, leaving Derek perfect and unmarked again. He sighed heavily, suddenly crushed under a wave of guilt. "I don't know whether I should apologize or thank you first."
"You don't have to do either," Derek said, his thumb tracing the dip in Stiles' spine. "Not with me."
"Derek-"
Derek pulled Stiles flush against him, grinding their bodies together. "Next time, when you're not so pissed off, I'm going to chain you to the bed and ride you until you're begging me to let you come," he whispered, lips moving against Stiles' forehead.
"Always have to be on top, don't you?" Stiles asked, fighting a wave of sleepiness with his desire to roll over and start round two. Either way, he felt content with his dick snugged between their bellies and the rest of the world miles away.
