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"You're not. Granted, maybe at first, when we hated each other and you threatened me. But not now," he murmurs. "You're good for me, you have been for awhile. You keep me safe and secure, you ground me like nothing else can. You made me feel wanted when no one else did -- you still do."

Stiles leans in and ducks his head some to press his mouth to Derek's in a soft kiss. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

"We did sort of get off to a rough start," he admits. "And it took me longer than it should have to start trusting you."

The kiss Derek gives in return is more biting, more desperate than he meant it to be. He shifts to stretch out next to Stiles and pull the teen against him, arm firmly around his waist, one hand at the back of his neck.

"I do want you. I always want you, never doubt that."

"Mm yeah, me too I guess. Though you certainly didn't make it easy." It's a tease as much as it is truth, not that he could ever blame Derek for that of course, not with everything he's been through.

Stiles moans into the kiss, returing it just as roughly and goes easily when Derek moves him, sprawled against his side.

"Good, because I want you too. I have for awhile." And he likely always will.

"I know. I was trying so hard not to want you back. But then that night -- you were so close, you felt so good and I could smell it all over you." It had been torture, knowing that Stiles wanted him and telling himself he had to wait because Stiles is still so young, and he didn't need someone like Derek sniffing after him.

"I got jealous. Because you smelled that way sometimes when you looked at Lydia. And I didn't want you to want her too." Even though Stiles is a teenager, and hormones are crazy at that age, and he's allowed to lust after whoever he wants.

Though the thought of that makes him grip the back of Stiles' thigh to haul him closer. "I thought about trying to make you jealous, too. You made me want to do stupid things like that."

His breath catches and his pulse speeds up as he's pulled closer, his hands going to Derek's chest and side as he looks up into the man's cool hazel gaze. It pleases him to know that he had Derek that wound up. "I don't regret it, even though it went a little faster than I thought -- well, anything would be. But I wanted it and I won't lie, it scared the shit out of me to know I could want something and someone so much."

The mention of Lydia made his brows raise and yeah, that ship sailed a long time ago. He knew it would never happen and he finally learned the difference between loving someone and being in love with them as well as loving the idea of them being together rather than wanting it for what it was. Lydia was a beautiful idea, but nothing he could ever truly obtain and he got over that. Sure, he still thought she was beautiful, but more in an abstract way.

"I'm glad you didn't. I don't think I would have been able to take it, I don't think I would have realized that's what you were doing. It would have hurt and I would have given up." Even now he hates thinking about the thought of Derek with someone else and it makes his chest ache and twist in the most unpleasant of ways.

Leaning forward, Stiles mashes their mouths together in a hard, biting kiss, only pulling back when he needs to breathe. "I don't ever want to see you with anyone else, ever. The pack is one thing but even then... You're mine as much as I'm yours."

"That day with Danny. I wanted you to look. I wanted to feel your eyes on me and know you were thinking about what I looked like undressed the rest of the way. That's -- at least half of why I slammed your head against the steering wheel. Because I didn't want to be your cousin, and I didn't want to be a bargaining chip. I wanted to be stripping down so you could see me."

He's panting against Stiles' mouth now, breathless from the kisses and from admitting things he'd kept bottled up for so long. How stupidly jealous he kept getting from the ridiculous things Stiles did, the way he looked at Lydia sometimes. Slackjawed, like he was in the presence of a goddess. And how badly he wanted Stiles to look at him that way.

"I'm all yours. And you are so, so mine. I want to take you back to that club and show everyone. Dance with you, kiss you on the dance floor. Bring you to the bathroom and come back out with marks all over our necks so people know exactly what we were doing."

"I was - I saw you, when your back was turned and Danny was staring at you. It made me jealous," Stiles admits, cheeks blushing brightly. "It made me hate him for looking and hate you for going along with it because he could see you - but I had to pretend it didn't bother me, because we had work to do and needed him to help us." And okay, yeah he can admit that he deserved the face slam there.

Stiles groans softly as he presses the length of his body against Derek's side, grinds into his thigh hearing all the things Derek would do to him in public. "You could - we could, I'd let you. Let everyone see that you're mine and not theirs, make them jealous that I have you and that they never will. Make them want to be me."

"When this dies down. When we have time. I'll do it." He'd do a lot more than that to Stiles, but there are laws and things like that to think of, and Derek isn't eager to be arrested for being with a minor.

Sometimes he thinks that they should stop, until Stiles is legal. They should wait another two years, just get by with kissing and possibly a bit of touching.

But then Stiles moves against him like that and Derek drops his head against the teen's shoulder with a groan. "Fuck, Stiles."

"Would love to, actually." Stiles replies with a soft pant, rocking forward again and moaning at the pleasure that works up his spine and pools low in his stomach.

His fingers scratch over Derek's scalp as he moves against him, knows the material of his jeans must feel rough against his bare skin and that just makes it even hotter.

It does and it's driving Derek crazy, feeling the heat of Stiles under his jeans but not being able to feel him properly. He growls, the feeling of Stiles' fingers in his hair far from calming now, the drag of his short nails against his scalp sparking under his skin and making him pant.

"If you don't want me to tear your jeans apart, I'd suggest getting them off. Now."

Stiles makes a soft whining sound in the back of his throat as he rolls over onto his back, hands flying to his jeans to pop the buttons and tear the zipper down before shoving them off his hips and down his thighs, legs kicking them off along with his boxers to leave him completely naked.

Then the teen rolled back over and moved up on the bed to lean over Derek to kiss him.

Well. That's one way to get him moving. Derek grins and slides his hands over Stiles' thighs, up to squeeze his ass as he rolls his hips against him.

"I don't care how we do it, so long as I get to take you apart slowly. Want to hear you begging for it."

"Oh god," he mumbles, arching against Derek and after a moment moves to straddle his hips, hands splayed against the man's chest as he stares down at him.

"Sometimes I wonder how... I got so lucky."

"I think you sort of get through life by sheer dumb luck, sometimes," Derek teases, settling his hands at Stiles' waist and leaning up to give him a slow, warm kiss.

"Is that a yes?"

"You're not the only one," Stiles groans out, pressing up into the warm lips on his own, opening up beneath them and sliding his tongue along the man's own, flicking it in soft little kitten licks.

"Yes, yes please. Makes me want it so bad I can't stand it."

Derek mutters a curse under his breath because oh dear god, Stiles is an amazing kisser. Each little lick draws a noise from Derek's throat, arousal sparking like electricity up his spine.

But Stiles is the one who's supposed to be teased here. So he flips them over and spreads Stiles out beneath him, fingers twining with the teen's to pin his hands back against the mattress as he fucks into Stiles' mouth with his tongue.

Stiles gasps and moans when their positions are reversed, immediately arching up against Derek and spreading his legs to allow the man to fit between them, thighs pressing againt his hips to keep him there, though he knows Derek can easily get away if he wants to. He knows he doesn't.

His hands flex in the hold but he doesn't even try to break free - if anything it only turns him on even more. The teen moans and whimpers into the kiss, hips rolling upward in a slow grind.

With a low growl, Derek smacks sharply at Stiles' thigh to make him be still. "Stay," he says firmly as he lets go of Stiles' hands to move down his body.

He slides all the way down to the teen's ankles and presses a kiss to the top of each foot. Then, inch by inch, he starts to kiss his way up Stiles' body, making sure he gets his tongue and lips on every square inch of the boy's skin.

Stiles makes a small sound at the smack and keeps still, arms pressed into the mattress as he shakes with the want to move and touch, but he obeys none the less.

"Oh god," the teen gasps out. "Derek..." He lifts his head only a fraction to look down the length of his body to where Derek is, moving up his body at a snail's pace, lips like a hot brand on his skin.

Derek glances up from where he's very thoroughly licking the back of Stiles' knee, one hand braced against the boy's thigh to hold his leg at the angle he wants it. "Mm?" he smirks, arching an eyebrow before returning to his work sucking a decent sized hickey into Stiles' lower thigh.

It's fantastic. He's only just started, and already Stiles is getting impatient, and Derek can't help but be amused.

He can't even properly reply to that smug look on Derek's face, he's too busy panting and trying not to squirm in place or move his hands to touch the way he wants to, to run his fingers through the alpha's hair and tug.

Because Derek told him not to move.

He loves it though, truth be told. The way Derek takes his time, giving him the attention he craves and needs, the way he shakes with want but he's too stubborn to start begging just yet.

"You look so good like this." It's so low it's almost a purr, quiet but rough against Stiles' skin. Derek pushes his thigh back further and drapes Stiles' leg over his shoulder, sinking his teeth into the meat of his thigh with a hungry sort of sound.

There are no fangs, no blood, just the desire to taste Stiles and he drags his tongue over the bitemark, soothing it before biting ride beside it.

Stiles chokes out a soft moan, legs trembling and arms straining against the bed. It's so hot, the way Derek holds him down without even touching him, the way Stiles wants and needs to submit, the desire to give Derek whatever he wants.

"Please..."

"Huh. Already?" Derek feigns surprise and shifts to lie between Stiles' legs again, spreading them wider, hands firm against his thighs.

"So if I did this, it'd be too much." With a wicked, even wolfish grin he leans in to drag the tip of his tongue slowly up the underside of Stiles' cock.

"I'm... a teenager, what can... I say." Stiles pants out, moaning softly as he presses into Derek's hands, his own gripping the mattress beneath him in an ever growing fight to keep still.

A half shout - half moan escapes him as his hips jerk upward, the teen glaring down at Derek though it's barely of any use with how flush his face is and how dark and blown his eyes are. "You asshole."