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Ever since Stiles’ took up photography as a hobby a couple
of years ago, Derek has always been his favorite subject to photograph;
capturing the instances in the early morning where Derek is blissfully sleeping
in their bed, marveling at how the soft light seems to capture the curvature of
the his strong muscles and highlight the delicate hairs of his body at just the
right angle.  

So Stiles can’t really help himself as he pries his nude
self from the confines of Derek’s arms and walks over to the desk and prepares
his camera to capture this quiet moment in time.

“Stiles,” Derek’s mutters didn’t bother Stiles as he tweaked
the settings to his liking before walking over to their bed again, “just what
the hell are you doing up so early?”

“Noooothing,” Stiles teased as he climbed on top of the
other man; smiling down at Derek who was eyeing him with suspicion, “now you
stay pretty and let me get a good shot of you.”

Just as he angled his camera, Derek began to swat playfully
at him, making sure not to swat too hard as to knock Stiles’ camera away. He
knew how much he was fond of that camera.

“Oh my god, Stiles, don’t you dare.” But there was no threat
in his words, only filled with mirth and love for the man above him as Stiles
dodged his failed attempts at swatting him.

“Nope, gotta make sure I capture your sexy ass on my camer-AH!” but as he took the photo, Derek
managed to grab him and bring him back down to the bed where Stiles would be
rightfully cuddled into submission – or at least until he agreed to put the
camera down so they can at least enjoy the rest of the morning wrapped in each
other arms.

Stiles was okay with this.

After all

They had the rest of the week to enjoy their honeymoon and
Stiles had plenty of other upcoming opportunities to take pictures.

not!Derek

The Photo Diary Series Part 8 (Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7)

When Stiles made his way back into their bedroom the goofy smile froze on his face and slowly faded as his mouth dropped open in awe and an overwhelming wave of want.  Derek was stretched out on the bed, one hand tucked under his head and the other reaching down behind his cock to touch his hole with the very tip of his middle finger. Seeing Derek touch himself in that most intimate place never failed to set Stiles on fire, he never got used to the overwhelming sensuality of seeing the man he loved opening himself up just for Stiles to fill up. He almost dropped the bottle of lube clutched in his hand as Derek let out a breathy moan and arched his back just so, his vulnerable tummy stretched flat and the muscles in his forearm clenching and he explored his sensitive hole. 

“Fuck Derek, look at you..” Stiles whispered, half convinced that speaking aloud would somehow dissolve the perfect image in front of him.

He must have wiped the spunk off with the sheet and Stiles took a moment to mourn the lost opportunity of licking it up while he had the chance but then again, he’s pretty sure there’s going to be more where that came from. Gathering his thoughts quickly to keep up with Derek’s increasingly fevered moans from the bed, Stiles moved to the bottom of their mattress and knelt, taking a moment to absorb the sight in front of him. Derek’s head was thrown back, his stubbled chin the only part of his face that could be seen, and the movements of his body were beginning to show his frustration. The lack of lube on the scene meant that he could only go so far in his attempts to finger himself so Stiles quickly moved to remedy the situation. 

The snick of the lid on the lube caught Derek’s attention, his sensitive hearing picking up on it instantly, and he moved his hand away from his ass and slowly rolled his balls in the palm of his hand instead. As Stiles moved forward onto the bed Derek spread his legs further, making space for Stiles to get close and put his hands on Derek. First he rested his hands on the inside of Derek’s knees, then slowly dragged his fingertips down the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. Derek’s only reaction was to spread his legs further apart and thrust forward minutely, clearly trying hard not to give away his neediness after his teasing when Stiles left the bedroom. Smirking, Stiles suddenly grabbed Derek firmly behind the knees and pushed, bending Derek in half with his knees pressed to his chest and his ass fully exposed to Stiles’s hungry gaze. He leaned close and sucked a biting kiss to the inside of Derek’s thigh, breaking it only to smile again at Derek’s muttered curse at the sudden change in pace and position.

“Oh, did you think I was joking? Mr. I Like Teasing Stiles Early In the Morning having trouble taking what he dishes out,..hmm?” Stiles switched sides and set to work on another briefly-lived love bite on Derek’s other thigh, murmuring against the skin, “I think I remember something about making you cum twice before I let you have my cock, I think I’m gonna hold to that – you want that too?”

Without waiting for Derek to respond Stiles suddenly leant forward and licked a long stripe across Derek’s exposed hole all the way up to his balls, which he drew into his mouth one and a time and sucked, tonguing them gently. Derek’s hoarse shout at the first touch of his tongue had Stiles groaning too, the vibrations clearly feeling good on Derek’s balls as his hand grabbed at Stile’s hair with shaking fingers. Pulling away from his balls, Stiles moved lower to lavish more attention on Derek’s perfect pink little hole, first delicately tracing around his pucker just to hear him whine high in his throat, then laving it with the flat of his tongue and moaning himself when the hand in his hair clenched suddenly in reaction. Derek was so sensitive here, the slightest touch making him tremble and the fact that Stiles knew he was the only person that had ever touched Derek here just made it even more of an addiction for Stiles to give him as much pleasure as he possibly could.

In this position Stiles’s dick was pressed against the bed, the pressure easing the ache of his hard on but not doing anything to satisfy it. This morning was all about Derek though, and Stiles could wait for the moment that he got to sink into him, after thoroughly wringing two more orgasms out of him. Derek’s thighs were practically over his shoulders now and his ass was wet with Stiles’s saliva. His hole was relaxing from his earlier ministrations with his own fingers and now Stiles’s tongue could actually dip inside him in a dirtyhotsweet kiss. Stiles thought that he would be happy doing this all day if he could get away with it, just making Derek melt into their bed with pleasure and keeping him on the edge using his tongue like this. But as much as Stiles would be happy with that, he knew that what Derek really craved was feeling Stiles inside him so he brought both of his hands to Derek’s ass cheeks, trusting that Derek would hold his legs up himself, and pulled his cheeks apart so that he could begin fucking Derek with his tongue in earnest.

“Jesus fucking fuck – Stiles…oh…I’m gonna-” Derek’s slurred speech cut off suddenly as his orgasm hit him, his whole body jerking and spasming at the intensity of it. Stiles kept licking his hole, loving the feel of it clenching against his tongue as Derek came all over himself again. Two down, one to go he thought to himself with a grin.

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not!Derek

The Photo Diary Series Part 7

Stiles stripped the sheets back off of Derek’s body as he wrapped his hand more firmly around his length and watched as goosebumps broke out across his skin. Not because their room was cold, on the contrary the bright morning sun shining through their window had turned their bed into the perfect sunspot with rays of warmth hitting them. No, Derek often got like this when his body was uncovered but Stiles was still under clothes or sheets. It was when his body was totally revealed to Stiles’s gaze that his skin showed his awareness of the vulnerability he was now so happy to show, and to reward that willingness Stiles leaned in a licked one pebbled nipple before drawing it into his mouth and sucking. Derek’s cock throbbed against his palm as he drew the flat of his tongue across his nipple and then let his teeth drag against it as he pulled his mouth away.

“God I love the way you feel Derek,” Stiles mumbled against his chest as he rubbed his face against the dark hair there, contrasting against his sun kissed skin, “I love the way you feel on my mouth and my hands and my dick, want you always.” 

He was leaning fully over Derek now, one hand still gently pumping his cock while he was propped up on his other elbow to push himself across Derek’s chest and lavish attention upon his other nipple – only drawing back when he was satisfied with the moans falling from Derek’s lips in a steady stream of, “Yes – more – please.”

It had become clear early on in their relationship that Derek flourished when he was given praise, and Stiles was only too happy to wax lyrical about all the things he loved about Derek. At first he pretended it was just what he liked about him, but that farce didn’t last long in the face of Stiles’s urge to be honest with Derek after everything they had been through and after so many people had deceived him. It was a personal principle that Stiles had privately made with himself to never lie to Derek. And so his lust and love and appreciation for everything they did together in bed was a constant accompaniment to their sex life, and Derek never got tired of it. 

“I want to see you come for me Derek, I’ve been thinking about it since I woke up,” Stiles whispered into Derek’s ear. He didn’t speed up his hand, or tighten his grip, even though the precum Derek had been steadily leaking was slicking the way now. He wanted Derek to come just like this – gentle, slow and just as the warm up for the rest of their day together. “C’mon, do it Derek, come for me, I want to see it all over you. Want to lick you clean afterwards too…hmm? Would you like that?”

Derek whined high in his throat, his eyes finally blinking open after being screwed shut against the bright light outside. Stiles watched as his pupils contracted and marvelled, yet again, at how Derek’s eyes still filled with adoration when he looked at Stiles. Even now it blindsided him that this was his life. But he had more important matters at hand than wondering what he did right in some previous life to deserve this. Derek’s hips started becoming more insistent in their thrusts, and his stomach and thigh muscles were trembling – both sure signs that his orgasm was creeping up on him. It was when Derek edged his hand across the bed to grip Stiles’s thigh though that made him finally speed up his hand, leaning down to kiss Derek as he jacked him through his orgasm until the hand on his thigh was reflexively clenching and Derek couldn’t even kiss back anymore, his mouth open and panting as Stiles licked into it and swallowed up his moans.

Finally Derek knocked Stiles’s hand away from his oversensitive dick and leaned up on his elbow to properly kiss Stiles, totally unselfconscious of his cum spattered body. After lapping into Stiles’s mouth he drew back and quietly spoke, his lips still brushing against Stiles’s and his voice still husky from sleep, “Let me return the favour?”

Stiles found himself dumbly nodding, happy to agree to anything with Derek’s mouth on his. But as Derek’s hand crept further up his thigh, brushing against his aching cock through the thin cotton sheet, he suddenly pulled back. “Nope, no – not yet – wait I have plans!” He grabbed Derek’s hand from its insistent grip on his leg, and did his best not to melt in the face of the sudden pout and frowny eyebrows he was suddenly on the receiving end of. He did lean in for another kiss though, he’s only human. 

“That’s not a no entirely idiot, just a not yet. Let me get the lube and I’ll be right back okay?” With another kiss for good measure he dragged himself away from Derek and stumbled out of their bed. As he headed into their en suite bathroom (why the hell had he put the new lube in the bathroom cupboard what was wrong with him?!) he looked back over his shoulder and promptly bumped into the doorframe. Behind him on the bed Derek had made himself comfortable on a the pile of pillows and was idly watching Stile’s ass while rubbing his still hard cock in the mess of cum on his belly, the smug look on his face at Stiles’s clumsiness clearly indicating his intent to punish Stiles for the delay. 

Stiles rushed into the bathroom and knocked over bottles of mouthwash and shampoo in his haste to get the lube. “You’re gonna regret that Hale! You’re gonna have to come at least twice before I put my dick in you now – you giant teasing tease!”

The laugh that come from the direction of their bed had Stiles grinning like an idiot even as he bumped his head on the sink on his way back upright after rummaging in the cupboard.

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not! Derek  

The Photo Diary Series Part 6 (Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 7)

Stiles loves seeing Derek in the morning light that floods their bedroom each day, he loves seeing Derek in the morning full stop. If he’s honest with himself he never thought he’d get this with anyone, never mind with someone so beautiful – inside and out – as Derek Hale. And so he takes a quick picture as Derek begins to wake up, stretching his whole body as he comes to consciousness and arching his neck as he pushes his head back into the pillow. He’s so unguarded and soft looking like this, but Stiles loves the way you can still see the power in the thick column of his neck, see the bunching of the muscles on his shoulders as he stretches. Loves the way the plushness of his upper lip catches the light and makes Stiles want to lean over and lick. 

Lying there watching Derek slowly come to full awareness Stiles wriggles in place a little, smiling when it makes Derek’s eyebrows draw together in a little frown. Stiles has been hard pretty much since he woke up but there’s no urgency to it, but he can see that Derek is too and that’s much more interesting to him. He slips his hand back under the sheets and runs his fingers down Derek’s chest and belly, feeling the relaxed muscles suddenly clenching under his fingers as they reach the trail of this dark hair leading to Derek’s cock. Grinning to himself Stiles keeps his eyes on Derek’s face, watching him keep his eyes closed and slowly breath out as his hips thrust upwards involuntarily, desperate for more. 

Stiles finally wraps his fingers around Derek’s length and gently strokes him, mindful of the lack of lube, and groans himself when Derek swallows heavily and gasps as the motion draws his foreskin back and Stiles rubs the pad of his thumb across the sensitive head. Seeing Derek’s throat work like that reminds Stiles vividly of his arrival home the previous evening, he and Derek having teased each other via texts all day. Derek had greeted him at the door with a deep kiss and an insistent erection grinding against his own before throwing him onto the sofa and giving him a blowjob that left him senseless. Watching Derek suck his dick was the most incredible thing to Stiles because Derek loved it. He lost himself in the tastetouchscent of Stiles and seeing him on his knees with eyelashes wet with tears from having Stiles deep in his throat and just holding him there, starving himself of oxygen because he preferred to be filled with Stiles was mind blowing every time. 

not!Derek

The Photo Diary Series Part 4 (Part 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7)

Derek has finally allowed himself to be persuaded (no, he’s not a prude thank you very much Erica its just weird for him okay?) to take a picture of himself to send to Stiles while he is away at a convention. It feels so strange to be putting his body on display again, he’s done it before, but never like this. Never to be sent to the person he loves and wants always. He’s come to terms with Stiles loving him, and loving his body, and this is the first time Derek is deliberately recording his body for Stiles. His face isn’t even in the frame of the photo. He’s absolutely not ready for a dick-pic (honestly Erica!) but he does slip his boxers down a little, giving Stiles a sneak peak. 

He can feel his ears burning and can imagine the blush thats currently high on his cheeks as he leans his phone against their bookshelves and sets the timer. As it counts down from 3 he quickly steps back and twists his body, trying to catch the light the way Stiles always seems to see him in when he takes a picture of him. The picture is taken before he’s even fully in place and his left hand looks really big but he sends it quickly before he chickens out. He knows Stile’s doesn’t need an anchor like he does, but he knows how important it is for Stile’s to see Derek and to know he’s real – even now, years later, Derek still sometimes wakes to Stiles tapping his fingers on their bedspread, counting. And Derek wants Stiles to know he can count on Derek. 

And yes, he’s also sort of looking forward to the prospect of seeing how Stiles responds – he’s been away a full 24 hours now and Derek misses his touch already.

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