Ficlet: Beating Barriers, Stiles/Derek, NC-17, #085 ...Or Die
Author: salmon_pink
Title: Beating Barriers
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/s: Derek/Stiles
Character/s: Stiles, Derek
Summary: It's not an ideal first date.
Warnings: Fuck or die situation
Submission Type: Ficlet
Word Count: 488
Prompt: #085 ...Or Die
Author's Notes: No spoilers
“Don’t -” Stiles rasps, voice scratchy and weak. And Derek, because he’s an ass and decides that now is the time to finally start listening to Stiles, totally pulls his hands away, making Stiles whimper.
He reaches back, grabs Derek’s wrist and yanks it forward again. Presses Derek’s hand down between his legs, hisses, “I meant don’t stop.”
Okay, so he’s actually really glad to know that Derek’s ready to back off the moment Stiles asks him to. But Stiles is so damn hard, and he’s pretty sure he’s going to die if Derek stops touching him.
Actually, he’s certain he’s going to die if Derek stops touching him, because the magical barrier holding them trapped in this room will only dissipate if it gets enough sexual energy. And the coven that set them up is on their way, looking to use Derek as some sort of ritualistic sacrifice to the Moon Gods or whatever.
Apparently the coven didn’t count on video calling, on Lydia being able to read the scrawled Latin on the walls through the screen and telling them exactly what they need to do to escape.
Stiles probably could have jerked off. Lydia had told him that would be enough, with a delicate wrinkle of her nose when Stiles turned the phone screen back around. But as soon as he’d disconnected, Derek had looked at him point-blank and asked, “Do you want help?”
Just like that.
With anyone else, Stiles might have melted through the ground with embarrassment. But he and Derek, they’ve been dancing around this for a while. Stiles isn’t completely oblivious, he knows Derek looks at him. Fine, Lydia told him about the way Derek looks at him, but since then Stiles has seen it for himself. And for his part, Stiles no doubt reeks of ‘come fuck me’ pheromones whenever Derek’s around.
So he’d somehow managed to swallow down his humiliation, and simply reply, “Yes.”
And then Derek had dragged him close, and Stiles is totally okay with falling into spellbound traps if it gets him such fierce, passionate, deep kisses.
“Gonna do this properly,” Derek murmurs against the back of Stiles’ neck. Stroking Stiles’ cock rough and fast, because they don’t actually have time to be leisurely about this right now, but it still feels like fucking heaven.
“Damn right you are,” Stiles grunts, grinding his ass back, feeling how hard Derek is as he rolls his hips against Stiles’ ass.
“No, after,” Derek clarifies, voice thick and low. “Gonna take you out properly, get dinner, see a movie, whatever you want.”
“You mean a date?” God, Stiles wants that so badly, the two of them together without any threat of danger. He feels Derek nod, beard scratching against Stiles’ skin. “Fine, I wanna go mini-golfing.”
He comes with the sound of Derek’s husky laughter washing over him, and the magical barrier covering the door flashes in satisfaction before vanishing.
Title: Beating Barriers
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/s: Derek/Stiles
Character/s: Stiles, Derek
Summary: It's not an ideal first date.
Warnings: Fuck or die situation
Submission Type: Ficlet
Word Count: 488
Prompt: #085 ...Or Die
Author's Notes: No spoilers
“Don’t -” Stiles rasps, voice scratchy and weak. And Derek, because he’s an ass and decides that now is the time to finally start listening to Stiles, totally pulls his hands away, making Stiles whimper.
He reaches back, grabs Derek’s wrist and yanks it forward again. Presses Derek’s hand down between his legs, hisses, “I meant don’t stop.”
Okay, so he’s actually really glad to know that Derek’s ready to back off the moment Stiles asks him to. But Stiles is so damn hard, and he’s pretty sure he’s going to die if Derek stops touching him.
Actually, he’s certain he’s going to die if Derek stops touching him, because the magical barrier holding them trapped in this room will only dissipate if it gets enough sexual energy. And the coven that set them up is on their way, looking to use Derek as some sort of ritualistic sacrifice to the Moon Gods or whatever.
Apparently the coven didn’t count on video calling, on Lydia being able to read the scrawled Latin on the walls through the screen and telling them exactly what they need to do to escape.
Stiles probably could have jerked off. Lydia had told him that would be enough, with a delicate wrinkle of her nose when Stiles turned the phone screen back around. But as soon as he’d disconnected, Derek had looked at him point-blank and asked, “Do you want help?”
Just like that.
With anyone else, Stiles might have melted through the ground with embarrassment. But he and Derek, they’ve been dancing around this for a while. Stiles isn’t completely oblivious, he knows Derek looks at him. Fine, Lydia told him about the way Derek looks at him, but since then Stiles has seen it for himself. And for his part, Stiles no doubt reeks of ‘come fuck me’ pheromones whenever Derek’s around.
So he’d somehow managed to swallow down his humiliation, and simply reply, “Yes.”
And then Derek had dragged him close, and Stiles is totally okay with falling into spellbound traps if it gets him such fierce, passionate, deep kisses.
“Gonna do this properly,” Derek murmurs against the back of Stiles’ neck. Stroking Stiles’ cock rough and fast, because they don’t actually have time to be leisurely about this right now, but it still feels like fucking heaven.
“Damn right you are,” Stiles grunts, grinding his ass back, feeling how hard Derek is as he rolls his hips against Stiles’ ass.
“No, after,” Derek clarifies, voice thick and low. “Gonna take you out properly, get dinner, see a movie, whatever you want.”
“You mean a date?” God, Stiles wants that so badly, the two of them together without any threat of danger. He feels Derek nod, beard scratching against Stiles’ skin. “Fine, I wanna go mini-golfing.”
He comes with the sound of Derek’s husky laughter washing over him, and the magical barrier covering the door flashes in satisfaction before vanishing.