“That’s it. Such a good boy. Just look at you, fucking gorgeous,” Stiles leans to lick a stripe up the center of Derek’s chest, “You’re taking my dick so good, baby. You know that right?”
Derek stares up at Stiles, blinking helplessly. The only response he can muster is a barely there nod. The next instant Stiles’ dick nails his prostate and Derek’s vision is graying out along the edges. He whines pathetically and clutches at the leather ottoman like a lifeline.
Stiles’ grunts are becoming more and more urgent, one hand bracing on the center of Derek’s chest as his thrusts quicken.
Derek feels his mouth drop open, his face going slack at the feel of Stiles pounding into him. His fingers claw at the leather in his grip and in the next instant Derek is coming untouched between them.
“There you go.” Stiles groans from above him, hips relentlessly fucking Derek through his orgasm, “Is that what your sweet hole needed? What you craved?”
The answer lodges in Derek’s throat, his breath nearly choking him. It takes him a few seconds to realize that Stiles is wiping at his face, fingers gently smoothing at the tears that have managed to slip from behind his closed eyelids. Derek blinks up in silence.
“Shhh, gorgeous boy, you’re okay. I’m right here,” Stiles smiles down at him, the expression beatific. "My sweet wolf, you did beautifully.“
Derek swallows hard, “Thank you.”
Stiles’ smile widens, “No need to thank me. Your spectacular orgasm was thanks enough.” He braces his hand and goes to stand, eyebrows lifting when Derek’s legs wrap around his waist. ”Is there something else you wanted, my wolf?”
“You didn’t come.”
Stiles chuckles, one fingertip lightly bopping the end of Derek’s nose, “This wasn’t about me. It was about helping you relax after your horrific work week, remember?”
Derek nods, “I remember.” He lifts a hand to wrap around Stiles’ neck, “Know what else will help me relax?” Derek grins at the look Stiles levels on him. He licks his lips and lets his eyelids close halfway, peering up at Stiles from beneath his lashes, “A belly full of your come.”
A sharp inhale is Stiles’ only response.
Before he knows it, Derek is up and being dragged through their apartment. It takes a little bit, but Derek eventually gets what he wants. He leans his head back against the wet tiles of the shower stall with a blissful smile on his face, Stiles wearing one of his own.
THERE’S BEEN AN INCIDENT AND THE PRESIDENT’S SON (WHO IS SO VERY LOVED BY THE PUBLIC) NEEDS TO BE MOVED NOW
[movie narrator voice] IN A WORLD WHERE THE LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD’S ONLY WEAKNESS ISHIS QUICK-TO-DODGE-SECURITY- ENTHUSIASTIC-FRESHLY-GRADUATED-FROM-COLLEGE SON, THE COUNTRY IS ON EDGE WHEN THE FIRST SON DISAPPEARS. THE RANSOM DEMAND IS HIGH BUT THE STAKES ARE CLEAR THE KIDNAPPERS MEAN TO SEND A MESSAGE AND DON’T PLAN ON RETURNING HIM ALIVE. THE ONE FORMER SECRET SERVICE AGENT WHO QUIT HIS JOB MONTHS AGO BECAUSE HE WAS AFRAID OF GETTING TOO CLOSE TO HIS CHARGE NOW IS DETERMINED TO BRING HIM BACK
[dramatic fade to black, the music swells and then fades, and then the only sound is the slick slide of leather over skin]
oh goddamn, why would you do this to me?!?! i need all the fics!
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