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[suchasourwolf]

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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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[suchasourwolf]

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."

[causticly]

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..."

[suchasourwolf]

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?"

[causticly]

"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.

[suchasourwolf]

"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?"

[causticly]

"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.

[suchasourwolf]

"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?"

[causticly]

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."

[suchasourwolf]

"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."