Tag: not!sterek

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it’s like Derek can’t breathe. He can feel every slow movement of Stiles’ fingers inside him and it’s killing him. Stiles takes his time, not adding more fingers until Derek is begging for it, pleading for it, until Derek’s eyes are wet, until his thighs are shaking. If Derek could focus his vision, he’d see that Stiles isn’t unaffected by this, would see Stiles’ bottom lip bitten red, the muscles in his arm twitching as he teases Derek.

Derek’s tugging at his own hair, his voice cracking and he can’t — he feels Stiles’ breath on his skin as he travels down Derek’s body. Pressing his fingers inside Derek again and again, Stiles ghosts his mouth over the head of Derek’s cock, darts his tongue out to lick, just once.

The whine that echoes from Derek’s mouth is foreign to his own ears, he’s never made a sound like that before, has never had anyone like Stiles in his bed before.

“Could you come like this?” Stiles asks, when he straightens up, his voice raw against Derek’s jaw. “Only my fingers inside you. Nothing else.”

“Ye—yeah,” Derek croaks out. “I—fuck.”

Stiles keeps going, works his way up until all four fingers are inside Derek and Derek’s limbs are heavy, shaking with pleasure, needing Stiles to keep going, to keep—until—Stiles bites down on Derek’s neck hard enough to draw blood and—

Derek blacks out. He knows he blacks out because the next thing he’s aware of is Stiles gently wiping him down with a damp washcloth.

“Hey,” Stiles says, kissing the inside of Derek’s thigh. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

“You too,” Derek says hoarsely, reaching a sore arm down to touch Stiles face. “You too.”