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Derek rumbles happily, feeling contented and warm and loved, and it's the best he's felt in a long time. "Fine," he sighs. "But I'll give you a giant hickey where it's hard to hide."

Another empty threat, though he backs it up by nosing at Stiles' neck, nipping here and there like he's looking for the best place to bite.

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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."

"Look at you," Derek sighs, nuzzling against Stiles' thigh. "I like you like this."

The flush that's spreading over Stiles' skin is beyond sexy, and the way his eyes are -- dark and wanting -- the way Stiles looks at him only makes him want to draw this out more. So he ducks his head to swallow Stiles down before pulling back slowly, dragging his tongue to tease at just the head, his eyes locked on Stiles' face.

Stiles can't look away even if he tried, unable to pull his gaze away from Derek's, the way the alpha watches him, takes in every breath and whimper and moan, the way he draws it out of him.

"Derek," Stiles groans, and finally he can't help it any longer as he drops a hand to nestle into Derek's hair, fingers scrubbing over his scalp and through the soft strands of his hair. He tries to push up into Derek's mouth, seeking more friction and pleasure.

Derek moans happily at the hand in his hair, moving his mouth slowly over Stiles. He can't decide which he wants more, to finish him off like this, or make him wait until Derek is inside him.

"Let me know when you're close," he says and gives Stiles a teasing flick with his tongue. "I'm only getting started with you."

"Oh fuck," he pants out, fingers curling in Derek's hair and tugging none to gently, nails scratching against his scalp as he arches up into the alpha's mouth.

"What - What do you plan to - to do with me?"

"I'm going to bring you to the edge, and then back off. Kiss you until you calm down again," he says, alternating between teasing flicks and long drags of his tongue, fingers around the base of Stiles' cock to hold him steady.

"Then I'm going to finger you. And when you feel like you can't take anymore, I'll fuck you."

"Oh my god and you expect me to last all through that?" He laughs breathlessly, body shaking already from Derek's lips and tongue. But god, he loves the idea, more than he knows what to do with.

"Bring it wolf boy, let's see what you can do."

Well then. Challenge accepted.

It's been a while since Derek's been on the giving end of a blowjob, but he can fumble his way through it, he's sure. He's doing okay so far.

He flashes Stiles a grin and swallows him down again, hollowing out his cheeks and redoubling his efforts.

"Oh - Oh god," Stiles chokes out, gasping and rocking up into Derek's hot, sinful mouth. His fingers tighten in his hair and he can't stop moving. The way his legs spread wider, heels digging into the mattress and hips pushing up into that searing wet heat.

It feels so fucking good, holy shit.

It amuses Derek that Stiles can't keep still, but it's not surprising. When can he ever?

He allows it for a moment before he shoves Stiles' hips back down onto the mattress, pinning them there firmly.

"Behave."

Stiles whines pitifully at being unable to move, shifting beneath Derek's grip but ultimately loving it, the way Derek holds him down and takes what he wants.

"Please..."

Derek's grin is all arrogance as he licks broadly over Stiles' hip, scraping his teeth over a bruise he'd left there earlier.

"Want to move on?"

"Yes, god, come on," he pants out, squirming on the mattress. A loud moan is pulled from him at the feel of those teeth raking over his skin.

"If you're this impatient, I dunno how you'll last. Maybe I should stop for a while."

Derek pulls away to stand, crossing the room to fetch condoms and lube (which he'd picked up from the store after Stiles had gone home, that first night). He leans against the desk, eying Stiles on the mattress, expression, thoughtful.

"You need a break?"

"You are completely horrible, you know that?" Stiles pouts, huffing, then just lays there and relaxes, despite the ache between his legs.

"It's not myyyy fault you're good at making me want to come," he says, grinning impishly as he stretches out on the mattress, eyes raking over Derek's naked form.

"I forget you're still a teenager, sometimes. We'll just have to work on your stamina." Derek smirks a little at the way Stiles is staring and slides a hand over his own chest, down to his stomach before skirting away to settle against his hip.

"See something you like?"

Stiles feels a blush creep up his neck and cheeks at the question, but grins slightly as he tilts his head to the side, watching the hand that trails down a muscled chest and defined stomach.

"Mmm, definitely."

"That's what I was going for, that day in your room. That look on your face right now." He trails his fingertips slowly up his cock, sucking in a breath.

"Think you've cooled down enough for me to touch you again? Or should I wait."

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