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Stiles moaned as he kissed his boyfriend’s beautiful lips, arms around his waist as Derek’s fingers weaved through Stiles’ hair, tugging just enough to make Stiles moan louder into their heated kisses.
They had been going out for six months now, and Stiles was eager as he pushed Derek’s shirt up to try and get it off. They had gotten down to their boxer briefs with many frottage sessions and jerking each other off as well they could through the fabric of the material, as well as some mouth against dick action – again, over the fabric – but they hadn’t gone farther than that yet.
Derek pried his lips off Stiles’ to easily take his shirt off and toss it to the ground. Stiles’ hands explored Derek’s broad, muscled chest as they went right back to kissing.
Stiles loved how easily he could lose himself in Derek’s kisses, in his touch, and forget the outside world. All that was in his mind was Derek and kisses and skin, so much lovely skin.
When Derek eventually moved to Stiles’ neck, sucking and licking a hickey into Stiles’ skin, Stiles almost forgot to broach the subject he had been wanting to broach for weeks now.
But as Derek pulled Stiles’ shirt up and off and went back to Stiles’ neck – only the other side that time – Stiles remembered.
“Derek,” Stiles breathed, hands roaming up and down Derek’s back, over his tattoo. Stiles let his right hand wander into Derek’s hair as Derek sucked particularly hard, making Stiles moan out his next words, “I wanted to-”
“Yeah?” Derek pulled back just enough to say the words, and then his breath was tickling the wet skin on Stiles’ neck, and Stiles shivered.
“I wanted to ask if…if you might want-” but Stiles’ nerves made him clam up, and Derek noticed.
Derek pulled back from Stiles’ neck and looked at him curiously, a confused tilt to his eyebrows.
“Um, it’s just…I’m ready,” Stiles said, wiggling from where he lay under Derek.
“Ready?” Derek asked, still looking confused.
“For…you know..I want to…with you,” Stiles stumbled over his words, nervous but excited at the same time. He rested his hands against Derek’s pecs, biting his lower lip as he took in his boyfriend’s beautiful physique.
“But we’re already…ya know,” Derek smiled softly, leaning down and kissing Stiles softly, and his lips against Stiles’ almost made him forget what he had been saying.
“Mm-wait, no, I mean,” Stiles pulled back enough to look into Derek’s gorgeous eyes, which were still clouded with confusion. Okay, Stiles was going to have to spell it out, apparently. And so, in true Stilinski fashion, he just blurted out, “I want to have sex with you.”
Sterek & confess pls!!!
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