Not!Sterek

The Photo Diary Series Part 9 

(Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8)

Stiles slowly circled his tongue one
last time around Derek’s hole, smirking to himself that once again Derek had
come untouched just from Stiles rimming him. It was one of his favourite things
to do with Derek, and he liked being on the giving end even more than the
receiving because Derek just reacted to it so beautifully. He slipped
Derek’s legs off from his shoulders and carefully laid them on the bed on
either side of him, smoothing his hands up those thick,hairy thighs and up to
Derek’s hips. Rising to his knees again Stiles leant all the way forward and
kissed his way from Derek’s belly right up to the corner of his jaw, mouthing
and nipping at the stubble there.

“So beautiful Derek, you don’t know what
you do to me when you move like that.” Stiles murmured, soft in the quiet of
their bedroom filled only with the sound of Derek’s still heaving
breaths. “Think you can manage one more for me? I think you can, for me.”

Derek hummed and turned his head to face
Stiles, brushing a clumsy kiss across his cheek on his way. He nudged their
noses together and Stiles felt his heart clench in his chest at how sweet the
gesture was, even in the midst of their decidedly carnal morning.

“I think I can take whatever you want to
give me Stiles,” Derek assured. His hands had found their way to grasp at
Stiles’s hips and he pulled Stiles closer, grinding his hips up against the
hot, hard erection that Stiles had been ignoring in favour of focusing on his
lover. “But I’m not sure you can take much more of this either, it’s
teasing you just as much as it’s teasing me isn’t it?”

Derek grinned as he leant in to kiss
Stiles who couldn’t help but rut right back down against Derek, revelling in
the feel of Derek’s come slicking the movement of his dick. Stiles propped
himself up on one elbow, and reached down with the other to drag his fingers
through the come still spattered across Derek’s belly. He deepened the kiss and
moved his hand lower still, circling Derek’s still wet hole and slowly dipping
one finger inside of him using his own come to ease the way. Derek’s hands on
his hips tightened at the first touch to his pucker and a deep groan
reverberated through his chest as Stiles pressed that one finger in to the
knuckles. Stiles smiled against his mouth.

“Oh I think I’m doing okay Derek, don’t
you agree? And to think you complain about me being in a hurry all the
time.” 

Stiles broke the kiss and knelt back up
again, reaching for the lube while eyeing the picture that Derek made spread
out across their bed. The duvet and pillows were all over the place and Derek’s
hair was all mussed from where he had been throwing his head from side to side.
But Stiles thought he’d never seen anything prettier, even when Derek lifted
his head from where he had let it drop when Stiles stopped kissing him and ever
so quietly growled at him. 

“I think you’re doing fantastic Stiles –
I just think there’s a bit of an orgasm imbalance here and I want you in me
right now – ‘cause you’re certainly not hurrying this morning.” Derek’s
eyes glowed faintly blue as he grouched at Stiles, with remarkable aplomb
considering his current state.

Stiles outright grinned at that and
leaned right back over Derek again, holding himself up over his body with one
hand and reaching down to his hole with the other. He maintained eye contact
with Derek as he slowly pressed two fingers into his ass and felt him clench
around the digits. The blue in Derek’s eyes intensified as his plush mouth
dropped open and his eyes widened as if the feeling of being opened up by
Stiles’ fingers even now, years into their relationship, surprised him. Stiles
couldn’t help but trace those plush lips with his tongue, dipping it into
Derek’s mouth as he curled his fingers carefully inside of him and steadily
pressed against his prostate, catching Derek’s moan in his mouth and feeling it
down to his toes. Derek reached up to grab the pillow under his head with both
hands, the muscles in his arms jumping as he clenched his fists and held on for
dear life as Stiles began working his body over yet again.

Stiles carefully flexed his fingers
inside of Derek, stroking a rhythmic pressure over Derek’s prostate, which drew
the breathiest whimpers from him as his big body surged and writhed beneath
him. He would never get tired of watching Derek lose himself like this, giving
his body over completely to Stiles and trusting that he could fall apart and be
safely put back together again. When he felt like Derek was relaxed enough,
Stiles pulled his fingers nearly completely out and put a third lubed up digit
at his entrance only to slowly push all three inside. Derek was mostly quiet
now, just panting and sighing at the sensations washing over him. He was so
sensitive at the best of times, but with two orgasms behind him and Stiles
steadfastly working him towards another his whole body was straining and
flexing with every touch at Stiles bestowed on him. Stiles licked again at
Derek’s bottom lip and sucked it into his mouth as he slowly thrust his fingers
in and out of his hole.

“God Derek, I can feel you opening up
for me. Feel so good around me hmm? Can’t wait to be inside you, you want my
dick in you?” His voice was low and hoarse from his own desire. Derek was right
– when he played like this, he was teasing himself as much as Derek when it
came down to it.

For his part, Derek nodded frantically
in response to Stiles’ murmured questions, beyond words at this point. Stiles
grinned at the reaction and nipped Derek’s bottom lip, soothing it with a
gentle kiss a moment later. When he let his pinky rest against the rim of
Derek’s hole and rubbed his perineum with his thumb Derek outright gasped, his
mouth falling open and his eyes widening. Stiles maintained that eye contact
with him as he ever so slowly let his fourth finger press at Derek’s entrance.
His own mouth dropped open with desire as his pinky slipped inside Derek, and
he cautiously pressed forward.

“Fuck
Derek, do you feel that? Almost my whole hand in you sweetheart. I wish you
could see yourself…so perfect and open for me.” He kissed Derek again, as he
gently started shallow thrusts into his ass with all four fingers pressing
their way in and out. “Come on Derek, one more. Come one more time and then you
can have my dick.”

Derek’s breath was hitching on every
inhale now, and his panted exhalations against Stiles’ mouth made his lips
tingle. He couldn’t even really remember why he had decided that Derek needed to
come twice before he’d fuck him, but he’s too far gone now. He needs to see Derek fall apart again,
needs to wring more pleasure from his body before he gives in to the bone deep
desire to bury himself in Derek and find his own release. He just gets so
turned on seeing Derek in the throes of this kind of ecstasy that it almost
creates a feedback loop of arousal. Sometimes he thinks he could do it all day,
would do it if Derek let him – but that’s something they’d need to discuss and
consent to in the clear light of day. This though, this is perfect. Derek’s
panting breaths have been picking up to keep pace with the movements of Stiles’
hand and at Stiles’ exhortation to come his body began tightening up. First his
grip on the pillow behind him became tight enough to make the cotton creak
under his fingers. Then his stomach muscles began to clench, and then with a
great shuddering gasp Derek’s hole began rhythmically clenching around Stiles’
fingers as his dick twitched and came once again. Not so much come this time,
but the internal spasms seemed even stronger than before, the centre of his
pleasure focused not on his cock but on his ass.

“Stiles
please…give it to me now. I can’t – I
need you now…” Derek gasped out as his body continued to shudder through his
third orgasm of the day.

It was Stiles’ turn to nod frantically
as he slowly, gently pulled his fingers from Derek’s hole. He had to grip the
base of his own erection as he looked down and saw the way that Derek’s rim
clung to his fingers, and winked and gaped when he finally pulled them free.
That was definitely something they’d need to explore another day. But for now
he figured it was time for Derek to take a turn in the drivers seat. He wiped
his hand off on the covers and then wrapped his arms around Derek’s body,
rolling them across the bed until Derek was sprawled on top of him. Derek
nuzzled into Stiles’ neck and growled his appreciation of the change in
position. It took him a moment to gather himself but eventually he managed to
get his to his knees on top of Stiles, his legs spread in a wide straddle
across Stiles’ hips. Stiles lay back and let Derek find his own pace, aware he
had already pushed the limits of his endurance.

But Derek reached back and fondled
Stiles’ neglected dick, before he brought his hand back up and nodded his head
toward the bottle of lube left on the covers. Stiles obediently squirted some
lube into Derek’s palm and hissed when he promptly put his hand back behind him
and slicked up Stiles’ dick while continuing to kiss, and lick, and bite and
his neck. Those were going to be some magnificent bruises he was leaving.
Stiles couldn’t help but thrust up into the sloppy grip Derek had on him, and
Derek groaned in response before pushing himself into an upright position with
one hand braced on their headboard. The other was still busy behind his back,
positioning the head of Stiles’ dick against his still open and wanting hole.
Derek held himself still while he brought his other hand up to meet the first,
gripping the headboard desperately as he rolled his hips slightly to let
Stiles’ cock nudge up and down his crack.

A deep groan broke out of Stiles and he
reached up to hold Derek on either side of his body, helping him brace his
weight and guiding him down into Stiles’ lap. Derek looked down at him, his
eyes glowing faintly blue as he rolled his hips and then pressed down. The head
of Stile’ cock slipped inside with a sudden press, and Stiles felt all the
breath leave him as Derek immediately thrust his hips downwards to take most of
Stiles’ length inside him with no waiting for adjustment. Stiles couldn’t help
the little jump of his hips and clench of his thighs that were his body’s
response to that tight-hot-wet clutch
around his dick. The final curve of Derek’s hips brought his perfect, perfect
ass flush with Stiles’ balls and they both let out matching moans of
satisfaction as finally Stiles was
fully seated inside of Derek.

Derek’s thighs were shaking, hardly able
to keep him up, and Stiles could feel
the way Derek was still riding the wave of his orgasm because his ass was still
reflexively clenching around his dick. Stiles kept his tight grip on Derek’s
waist because he wasn’t sure Derek would be able to hold himself upright soon.
As soon as he had settled fully into the cradle of Stiles’ hips, Derek’s kiss
swollen mouth had dropped open on a moan and was still slack and open as he
gazed down at Stiles. He didn’t ride Stiles, but he ground his hips in
delicious roll that had Stiles panting and desperate for more friction on his
aching dick.

“Up, up just a little bit sweetheart…I
know you’re tired but up just a little bit and I’ll make it good.”

Derek nodded dumbly and leaned his
weight forward onto his knees so that his ass was raised into the air; he
arched his back like a cat and let out another shuddering breath as the change
in position dragged Stiles’ cockhead against his still sensitive prostate. With
Derek in this new position, Stiles bearing some of his weight by holding him
up, there was room for Stiles to thrust up into Derek without Derek having to
ride him. So with one hand holding the side of Derek’s chest and the other
gripping his waist firmly, Stiles finally let go of his iron clad control and
started slowly thrusting up into the perfect heat of Derek’s body. Derek was
letting out the prettiest whimpers which only spurred him on, quickly getting
to the point that he was snapping his hips up with force. The only sounds Derek
was letting out were little grunts and sounds of surprise like “Oh” on every upstroke, and Stiles
himself was reduced to panting and broken moans as he felt the bounce and
jiggle of Derek’s ass against his thighs on each thrust.

Stiles was pretty impressed with his own
ability to not immediately blow his load after the long morning of no
stimulation for himself, but that thought quickly flew out the window when he
realised that Derek was still hard – had never lost his erection after the last
orgasm. And with the way the trembling in his thighs was getting even more
noticeable, he might even be on his way to yet another orgasm. With this in
mind, Stiles redoubled his efforts, the idea of Derek coming on his cock after
already reaching his peak three times was enough to light a fire in his belly.
He reached up to grip Derek by the back of the neck and bring him down close,
tucking Derek’s face into the crook of his neck and wrapping his other arm
fully around Derek’s waist. With their entire upper bodies now pressed tightly
together Derek’s cock was trapped between them, as Stiles took advantage of the
new position to piston his hips up into Derek with no restraint.

The obscene sounds of his balls slapping
against Derek’s ass and the slick sound of his dick pounding in and out of his
hole along with Derek’s harsh pants in his ear built up into a crescendo. It
reached its peak with Derek once again tensing up his entire body, his
fingertips probably bruising Stiles’ shoulders where he was holding on for dear
life, and then seeming to loose control completely – shuddering and shivering –
his body wracked with the tremors of a final orgasm wrung from him by Stiles’
cock alone. The feeling of the mere hint of come leaking from Derek’s dick
between them, and the intense clenching of Derek’s hole meant it was just moments of
frantic thrusting before Stiles was blindsided by his own release. His grip on
Derek tightened to the point where if he were a human there would have been
bruises and he let out a hoarse shout, overwhelmed with the white-hot
sensations running through his body.

After both of them slowly regaining
their breath and ability to speak Stiles stretched his legs out and tightened
his arms around Derek in a close embrace, ready to roll them to their sides.
But Derek clenched his thighs around Stiles’ middle and lifted his head to look
Stiles in the eyes.

“No,” he pouted. “I want to keep you in
me for as long as possible, wait a bit.”

Stiles melted, nodding his head he
tilted his face up wordlessly asking for a kiss which Derek obliged with a
delicate brush of lips and tongue before tucking his face back down into Stiles’
neck and happily breathing in the scent of them. Stiles leaned his cheek
against Derek’s sweaty hair and basked in the warmth and weight of his lover
against and around every part of him, wanting nothing more than this for the
rest of his life.

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