Ficlet:
Author: anassa_anemou
Title: Non-Violent Claw Play
Rating: Nc-17
Pairing/s:Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale
Character/s:Stiles, Derek Hale
Summary: It's Derek's turn to being watched.
Warnings: Comeplay,Voyeurism,Fingering, Claws and Teeth in naughty situations, but no boodplay.
Submission Type: Ficlet
Word Count: 778
Prompt: #59: Teeth and Claws
Author's Notes: Part of the series: Fly on the Wall, a bit shorter then I thought it would be, but, well, my porn fairies had a very tight deadline.
Derek flushes when he sees Styles avid stare, but he continues to stare at him, his lips are between his teeth. They had a day off from each other, Styles saying they needed some time to cool off and for maybe to be anxious about it. Sometimes Derek thinks Stiles wants to feel all the normal things he should have felt during the time he was under the nogitsune possession; to be honest, Derek wants to feel some of those things too, all the lost younghood he lost.
He takes off his shirt and settles better on the sofa, seeing Stiles breath hitch at his bare chest, he too is worrying his teeth against that mouth Derek's can't stop picturing around his cock. They end up in the loft, a place Derek didn’t manage to get rid of yet and that is finally free from Peter, that is hiding somewhere, but Derek can’t think about it, he needs to focus. So he just gets his hips up a bit, moving his jean slowly off.
It’s good to feel like that, desired and having full attention from Stiles, that never seems to stop, no enough anyway. He rubs his hand slowly at his bulge, wanting to tease Stiles, make him hold tighter to the fabric of the couch. He pulls his cock, but doesn’t takes his boxer off, not yet. Holding it in his hand, he feels the heated flash and let’s his claws grow and touch slightly at the soft skin.
The feeling is amazing: Derek isn’t the kind to want pain with sex, but the frisson he feels when the nails dance around the red, squeezing lightly at the head. Stiles has his mouth open, jaw hanging and a expression of daze that looks so hot Derek has no idea what to do. He wants to go there, climb on top of him and never let go.
“Fuck, Derek, just, do something.” Stiles is short breathed and his pants are clearly snugger, which makes his smell pour all over the room and it’s intoxicating.
As per Stiles request he starts to pump his cock in a tight fist, slowly because he still wants to tease Stiles, to drag it out and enjoy the feeling. Having Stiles watch him is one of the hottest things he ever did and he has a feeling they are only just starting. He lets his other hand start to drag his boxer down, a bit awkwardly until he uses both of them to pull it off, letting it fall to the floor. He spreads his legs and takes a hand to his mouth, licking two fingers before going back, letting them press against his rim.
There is something amazing about being able to control his claws, even when he can feel his heart trying to jump out of his mouth. He let’s one finger in, pressing it with a steady pressure until it’s all in. The other finger he let’s it touch the rim, pressing lightly and carefully before letting the claw grow and tease it.
“Does it hurt?” Stiles murmurs and Derek smirks at him, shaking his head.
“You know it needs more than that to hurt us.”
He almost doesn’t see Stiles moving, but them he is there, knees on the floor, looking up at Derek. It makes such a pretty sight, how wonderfully innocent he seems, yet the way his nostrils flail and how he lean in, almost hypnotized by Derek’s movements. Derek feels himself powerful and it scares him, ripping a growl from him. Stiles’ hand touch his leg, and his face tells him to calm down, to go slower, but Derek can’t.
He pumps his hand faster, the finger inside him croaking until he finds his prostate and then is like a switch is on: his teeth elongate and his claws come out and Stiles calls his name and it’s done. Derek comes all over Stiles face, hips jerking up. When he gets a bit of air in, he sees Stiles carefully getting a finger to capture a bit of come, bringing it to his mouth next.
“You are going to kill me.” Derek murmurs and Stiles smirking, getting up and away from Derek to wash his face.
Derek takes the opportunity to get dress, cleaning his cock and hand with his boxer and putting his jeans and shirt on. When Stiles gets back, he is smiling and Derek smiles back; thankfully isn’t awkward and Stiles leans in to give him a little peck.
“Call you tomorrow, I have to prepare something for next time.”
Even though Derek just came, he feels his cock twitch.
“You are a little...”
“Tease, I know.” And then Stiles is strolling out, and Derek sags against the door.
He can’t wait for tomorrow.
Title: Non-Violent Claw Play
Rating: Nc-17
Pairing/s:Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale
Character/s:Stiles, Derek Hale
Summary: It's Derek's turn to being watched.
Warnings: Comeplay,Voyeurism,Fingering, Claws and Teeth in naughty situations, but no boodplay.
Submission Type: Ficlet
Word Count: 778
Prompt: #59: Teeth and Claws
Author's Notes: Part of the series: Fly on the Wall, a bit shorter then I thought it would be, but, well, my porn fairies had a very tight deadline.
Derek flushes when he sees Styles avid stare, but he continues to stare at him, his lips are between his teeth. They had a day off from each other, Styles saying they needed some time to cool off and for maybe to be anxious about it. Sometimes Derek thinks Stiles wants to feel all the normal things he should have felt during the time he was under the nogitsune possession; to be honest, Derek wants to feel some of those things too, all the lost younghood he lost.
He takes off his shirt and settles better on the sofa, seeing Stiles breath hitch at his bare chest, he too is worrying his teeth against that mouth Derek's can't stop picturing around his cock. They end up in the loft, a place Derek didn’t manage to get rid of yet and that is finally free from Peter, that is hiding somewhere, but Derek can’t think about it, he needs to focus. So he just gets his hips up a bit, moving his jean slowly off.
It’s good to feel like that, desired and having full attention from Stiles, that never seems to stop, no enough anyway. He rubs his hand slowly at his bulge, wanting to tease Stiles, make him hold tighter to the fabric of the couch. He pulls his cock, but doesn’t takes his boxer off, not yet. Holding it in his hand, he feels the heated flash and let’s his claws grow and touch slightly at the soft skin.
The feeling is amazing: Derek isn’t the kind to want pain with sex, but the frisson he feels when the nails dance around the red, squeezing lightly at the head. Stiles has his mouth open, jaw hanging and a expression of daze that looks so hot Derek has no idea what to do. He wants to go there, climb on top of him and never let go.
“Fuck, Derek, just, do something.” Stiles is short breathed and his pants are clearly snugger, which makes his smell pour all over the room and it’s intoxicating.
As per Stiles request he starts to pump his cock in a tight fist, slowly because he still wants to tease Stiles, to drag it out and enjoy the feeling. Having Stiles watch him is one of the hottest things he ever did and he has a feeling they are only just starting. He lets his other hand start to drag his boxer down, a bit awkwardly until he uses both of them to pull it off, letting it fall to the floor. He spreads his legs and takes a hand to his mouth, licking two fingers before going back, letting them press against his rim.
There is something amazing about being able to control his claws, even when he can feel his heart trying to jump out of his mouth. He let’s one finger in, pressing it with a steady pressure until it’s all in. The other finger he let’s it touch the rim, pressing lightly and carefully before letting the claw grow and tease it.
“Does it hurt?” Stiles murmurs and Derek smirks at him, shaking his head.
“You know it needs more than that to hurt us.”
He almost doesn’t see Stiles moving, but them he is there, knees on the floor, looking up at Derek. It makes such a pretty sight, how wonderfully innocent he seems, yet the way his nostrils flail and how he lean in, almost hypnotized by Derek’s movements. Derek feels himself powerful and it scares him, ripping a growl from him. Stiles’ hand touch his leg, and his face tells him to calm down, to go slower, but Derek can’t.
He pumps his hand faster, the finger inside him croaking until he finds his prostate and then is like a switch is on: his teeth elongate and his claws come out and Stiles calls his name and it’s done. Derek comes all over Stiles face, hips jerking up. When he gets a bit of air in, he sees Stiles carefully getting a finger to capture a bit of come, bringing it to his mouth next.
“You are going to kill me.” Derek murmurs and Stiles smirking, getting up and away from Derek to wash his face.
Derek takes the opportunity to get dress, cleaning his cock and hand with his boxer and putting his jeans and shirt on. When Stiles gets back, he is smiling and Derek smiles back; thankfully isn’t awkward and Stiles leans in to give him a little peck.
“Call you tomorrow, I have to prepare something for next time.”
Even though Derek just came, he feels his cock twitch.
“You are a little...”
“Tease, I know.” And then Stiles is strolling out, and Derek sags against the door.
He can’t wait for tomorrow.