fic: It's True (It's Just a Fantasy For Two)
Author: froggydarren
Title: It's True (It's Just a Fantasy For Two)
Rating: E
Pairing/s: Derek/Stiles
Character/s: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Sheriff Stilinski
Summary: Stiles never imagined that his play-mating partner would turn up to be Derek. So, counting himself lucky, he decides to make the most of this one-time-only opportunity.
Warnings: dubcon
Content Notes: A/B/O, pre-relationship
Submission Type: fic
Word Count: 3234
Prompt: #240 - heat
Author's Notes: The moment I saw this prompt I was pretty sure that I would want to write a continuation to my fic Let's Pretend (that both our lips are made of candy). It is possible to read this one as a standalone, but there's a little info in the first one to explain how this situation came to be for Stiles. I didn't quite plan on hitting 3k words, but I'm not sure why I'm surprised ;) Only self Betaed, so apologies for any glaring errors.
He doesn’t think about the way Derek’s kissing him. Doesn’t let himself wonder if it means anything, because they’re in the clinic, there are sterile sheets on the bed and the distinct smell of disinfectant that permeate the air no matter how much he tries to breathe in Derek’s scent instead.
It doesn’t mean anything, Stiles thinks when he starts backing up towards the bed in the middle of the room.
“Hey, hey Stiles, wait,” Derek says, and Stiles freezes, his butt hitting the edge of the bed as he backs off.
There’s nothing but softness in Derek’s voice and face, but he takes a step back, bringing Stiles back to reality.
“We have time,” Derek says, and he walks over to the panel by the door, hitting a few buttons.
The light in the room dims, the blackout blinds whirr as they roll down, and Stiles breathes out. It feels almost too intimate now, too personal, and he half wishes that the harsh brightness was still there, reminding him firmly why he’s here. Why Derek is here.
It’s just play-mating, he reminds himself, watching Derek walk closer again.
“We have time,” Derek repeats. “We have as much time as you need.”
Stiles doesn’t want to think about how his mind immediately goes to “forever”, because that’s not what this is. This is pretend, it’s Derek teaching him what to expect in a real mating, during a real heat. Because when he has a real one, it will be more intense, turned up several levels from the pseudo heat that accompanied his presentation as Omega.
“Stiles, it’s not the same,” his dad said when Stiles tried to talk his way out of the play-mating session. “You have to be prepared for later, for when your heats become regular.”
“But I already had one, Dad, I’ll be fine.”
“You had a hint of a heat, one that was just to signalise that you’re an Omega,” John said patiently. “Trust me, it’s nothing like when you find your mate and your real one hits. Your body won’t know what to do unless you prepare it.”
“I’m too old,” Stiles said weakly. “There’s no one I know who’d do this with me now.”
“We’ll find someone. The clinic has contacts, and Melissa will find someone good, someone who’ll help,” John said. “Look, so you presented a little later than the average age, but it’s not that bad.”
“I don’t wanna do it,” Stiles said, all too aware that he was being stubborn.
He knows that he could have talked his dad out of this. Or that he could have refused, since he is an adult and no one could force him. But Stiles is also pragmatic enough to know that his dad was right, and that the best way to get ready for real mating and full heats was to practice.
The basics of mating were taught in sex ed in school, but the theory is just that - a theory. Words on a page that talk about the mechanics of mating, the way heat changes bodies of Alphas and Omegas. The physical and emotional changes that precede and accompany it after a mate bond is completed and heats become regular. So Stiles knows that he will not be having a heat until after he finds a mate, the first full heat triggered by the mating bite. He knows that there will have to be an emotional bond first, and that it will bring on the first hints of his and the Alpha’s heat.
Right now, he’s only pretending, or at least he’s supposed to. But when Derek cups his cheek in his hand and softly kisses him, Stiles has no idea what he should be doing next. His regular hormones tell him that he’s attracted to Derek, his body is telling him to kiss back, to press forward and get as close as he can. But from everything that he read about heats, that’s not what is expected of an Omega.
He’s supposed to present for mating, prepare for penetration and knotting, for the mating bite. All the theory books make it look simple - let the Alpha take over, choose the best position, then just lay still as the Omega hormones make the body ready, and present the neck for the bite. No complications, no overthinking, nothing spectacularly difficult.
And yet when Derek’s kissing him, Stiles has a lot more on his mind, wants to do so many things that are anything but simple.
“Stop thinking,” Derek says quietly, pausing the kissing for a beat.
He still has his palm on Stiles’s cheek, the other on his waist, and the warmth is grounding as much as it’s making Stiles fall apart.
“Let’s just assume you know nothing about me, and I will explain to you how much that is actually not possible,” Stiles mumbles. “There are things that are physically not doable, and my brain taking a break is one of them.”
“I know that,” Derek tells him, his face not showing any impatience to Stiles’s surprise.
“You do?”
The words come out with a shocked squeak. Obviously, it’s not the first time he’s met Derek, but he never expected to have registered on his radar in the slightest.
“I’ve known you for years, Stiles,” Derek says, and Stiles wonders if he’s imagining the fondness in his voice. “I know you think a lot, and think out loud at least half of the time.”
“It’s not like I can help it,” Stiles says defensively.
“I didn’t say it was a bad thing,” Derek says, starting to smile. “At least most of the time it’s not. It’s smart. You’re smart.”
“Oh.”
“But right now, you’re doing too much thinking,” Derek tells him, the smile fading again. “You’re complicating this to the point where it’s not going to be of any use to you for the future.”
“Well, theory is all I’ve got,” Stiles says. “It’s not like I know what to do.”
“Which is why I’m here.”
And, well, Derek has a point there. He’s the Alpha, he presumably had a play-mating session in the past, and if he’s on the clinic’s on call list then it was probably more than just one.
“Okay, teach me your ways, oh wise one,” Stiles says, smirking.
“That would hardly help, seeing as my ways are those of an Alpha, and you’re not,” Derek tells him, mirroring the smirk. “But guide you, I will.”
Stiles narrows his eyes at the wording, but he doesn’t get to respond as Derek cuts of any and al words with another kiss. This time it’s more heated, more disarming than before, and it makes Stiles’s head spin in ways he didn’t expect. His body reacts this time and he surges forward, returning the kiss with more force than he probably should. But Derek doesn’t stop him - in fact, the only reaction he has is to grip Stiles’s waist a little tighter - and continues kissing him.
When they pull away to take a breath a while later, Stiles shakes off the thought of how much time has passed. It doesn't matter, there is no limit on how long they should or shouldn't be here, no one is going to come throw them out or tell them to get the session over and done with. But he knows there's more to it than just kissing, and that is a thought that he can't push out of his brain.
"So, what else should I be doing? Or not doing?" Stiles asks before Derek can lean back in for another kiss.
"That depends. What experience with sex do you have?" Derek sounds all matter-of-fact as he asks, so detached from what they're doing that it brings Stiles right back to reality.
"Well, um, kissing?"
He can't help the blush that spreads over his cheeks. It's not like he likes admitting how inexperienced he is, how little he has done with anyone besides himself until now. But he figures that lying right now is not a good course of action.
Derek's eyes widen at the admission, but he quickly schools his face back into a neutral one.
"Okay, I'm guessing you know the theory of how mating and heats work," he says, then pauses just long enough to see Stiles nod. "So you know that when your actual heat hits after you bond with your mate, your body will change in preparation for real mating. You'll feel a stronger sexual urge, you will secrete slick to make mating sex easier. You'll feel warmer, and turned on."
Stiles nods. Having Derek repeat the information is different than when he read it in books or when he listened to it in sex ed. It's like the words seep through his ears right into his brain and trigger the reactions that Derek is talking about.
"To your Alpha, you're going to smell differently," Derek says, moving a little closer and dipping his face to nose around Stiles's temple. "You'll smell sweet and ripe, you'll smell delicious."
"You saying I don't now?" Stiles says shakily in an attempt to diffuse the growing tension between them.
"You smell like the forest, and oil, and a hint of gunpowder now," Derek says, pulling away from Stiles again. "You also smell a little like sex."
"I went running this morning," Stiles admits. "And Dad took me to the firing range to blow off some steam."
"I'm guessing you did some more of that later too," Derek says teasingly, and Stiles blushes again.
"Hey, we all have our needs," he retorts.
"Again, not saying it's a bad thing, just that I can smell it on you."
"So, when I'm all aflutter because my body is ready," Stiles says, steering back towards the conversation about mating. "Do I just, like, get on my hands and knees and wait for the Alpha to fuck me?"
Derek chokes on air and then coughs.
"Geez, is that what they teach you in sex ed these days?" He still sounds a little hoarse when he speaks, and looks absolutely appalled. “Bonding isn't just about sex."
Stiles raises an eyebrow. He knows this, but he's curious about how Derek will explain it.
"When you find your mate, you're not going to think of sealing the bond as just a necessity. There are plenty of mated pairs who go through levels of intimacy before the bond is official, and some don't even have sex at all," Derek speaks, and he sounds very passionate about it, which has Stiles all kinds of interested.
Derek wasn't completely off the mark with his question, the classes that explained the bonding process did usually only focus on the technical side. So Stiles does know that sex of any kind is not necessary, and that the bond is sealed with the bite mark on the Omega's neck, followed by one of the Alpha's wrist. After that, the Omega's heat cycle becomes active - if they're lucky, regular and infrequent - and the Alpha's body responds to it with a rut.
“Most Omegas don’t have a Heat right as the mating bond is sealed, some can go months after without it,” Derek says firmly. “And since there are asexual Alphas and Omegas, the sex part has nothing to do with having a mate and solidifying the bond.”
Stiles doesn’t have it in him to let Derek get any more agitated over what he obviously sees as misinformation that he needs to explain to Stiles.
“I know,” he says. “The classes said nothing about it, admittedly, but I’ve had plenty of time to look up more information. I’m good at research,” he says with a small smile.
“Good,” Derek says, clearly relieved. “So, no, you don’t just present for an Alpha. Omegas might have been seen as inferior in the past, but they haven’t been for a long time. Or ever, really, but the world isn’t treating them as lesser beings anymore.”
“Well, that kind of depends on who you ask, I guess,” Stiles says, his smile fading.
He’s seen cases, even in Beacon Hills, where Omegas have been treated poorly, and where Alphas thought way too highly of themselves. Not that he wants to dwell on it, because there’s a chance that the Alpha he ends up bonding with will be no better.
“True that,” Derek nods, his expression twisting into a mix of anger and sadness. “Unfortunately, some never really get over their stupidity. I’m sure whoever your mate is will be better. I can’t imagine you putting up with someone so backwards,” he adds, the corner of his mouth twitching.
Stiles can’t help but preen a little. He’s pretty sure Derek means it as a compliment, and if not, he’s going to take it as such anyway.
“So,” he starts, turning their conversation back to the initial point, “if sex isn’t necessary, what do we need to practice here?”
“Well, just because it isn’t needed doesn’t mean it’s not going to happen for you,” Derek says. “Unless you aren’t into it?”
“Oh no. I mean, yes, I am. Into it. Very sexual, me,” Stiles rambles, his cheeks heating up. “Obviously in theory only, for now, but yes, sex sounds like a good thing.”
“It can be,” Derek smiles. “Sex during bonding can be very intense, too. So that’s what I’m here to prepare you for.”
“Right.”
“But it’s not like you should start with what you said,” Derek adds.
“Then what?” Stiles asks.
“Well, kissing,” Derek says. “Which you seem to have down pretty well.”
Stiles blushes and ducks his head, flustered by the praise.
“Then it’s whatever else you’d do with a partner sexually,” Derek says, and he moves closer. “Have you done any more than kissing?”
Stiles shakes his head. He’s tempted to admit that the kissing that he has done before today wasn’t anywhere near like kissing Derek.
“Okay, then we go slow, and you tell me when it gets too overwhelming and if you want to stop,” Derek says, stepping even closer, his hand back on Stiles’s cheek.
Then he leans in and kisses away not only any questions Stiles might be considering, but also for a beat any and all thoughts. It’s the same kiss as earlier, no more intense, but it slowly starts getting warmer in the room as Derek’s hand wraps around Stiles’s waist and pulls him closer. When their bodies are flush against each other, Stiles melts into the heat that radiates off of Derek’s skin.
It is intense, he thinks when his mind comes back online. But it’s not overwhelming, so he does nothing to stop Derek, not even when he feels a hand slide under his shirt and settle on his lower back. Instead, he lifts his arms and wraps them around Derek’s shoulders, then shivers when Derek moves his hand from Stiles’s cheek to the back of his head.
They pause for barely a second after a while, and Derek dips his head to nose along Stiles’s jaw. Then, without warning, he steps forward, and Stiles automatically backs up with the movement, his knees hitting the bed behind them again. It’s enough to throw him off balance, and he drops down on the bed, then moves just enough to lift his legs up on it. Derek follows, and a moment later he’s holding himself up above Stiles’s body, head bent down as his nose returns to Stiles’s jaw.
“Is this okay?” Derek asks quietly, his arms and legs bracketing Stiles in.
All Stiles can do is nod, and then he tilts his head back, his neck stretched and presented to Derek. He can hear a soft, content hum and then Derek’s lips start peppering small kisses along Stiles’s jaw and then down from his ear towards his collarbone.
It escalates pretty fast after that, and when Derek tugs on Stiles’s shirt and asks if it’s okay to take it off, Stiles not only does that eagerly, but he also slips off his pants. Derek seems taken aback by it for a second, but then takes off his own jeans too, and he’s kissing Stiles again moments later. It’s the first time Stiles has been this close to anyone, and he’s hell bent on enjoying every last bit of it. Which is why, when Derek’s thumb hooks into his briefs, he just lifts his hips and nods before Derek can ask.
When they’re naked, Derek moves to the side and nudges Stiles to turn to his side, then settles behind him, his chest against Stiles’s back.
“Now, if you and your mate choose to have sex during the bonding, this is the best position,” Derek whispers into Stiles’s ear. “Not only does it give your Alpha the perfect access to your neck, it also puts their hands just right so that you can return the bite to their wrist.”
Stiles nods, but he’s sure that he won’t remember some of that. Derek is pressed close, and it’s clear that Stiles isn’t the only one who’s hard. He’s past being self-conscious, but the flush in his cheeks remains as Derek’s hips twitch and his cock rubs against Stiles’s ass. He’s warm all over, but he chalks it down to Derek’s body heat and his own arousal.
“What about sex?” Stiles asks after a few moments of them just silently lying there, Derek’s lips just below his ear, unmoving.
“Well, this is also a good position for it,” Derek says, his voice a little tight as he brings a hand down to Stiles’s butt cheek. “Especially if there’s knotting involved. Which it only should be if you do go into heat right then.”
Stiles can feel every movement of Derek’s fingers, and his asshole clenches when Derek gently pulls on his butt cheek and slips his cock in the gap. It’s so close, so much, and Stiles wants to push back, wants Derek to rut into him, wants…
“Derek, please,” he lets out with a whimper.
The response he gets is Derek moving his hips away, and Stiles whimpers again. But then Derek is rutting forward, a little lower, the head of his cock rubbing against Stiles’s hole.
“Please, just a bit,” Stiles says, shamelessly pushing his ass back towards Derek. “Just…”
He gasps when Derek’s cock catches against his rim, and his ass clenches but then relaxes. It’s so good, so much more than he’s ever experienced. Not that he has any real comparison to other sex, but with Derek right there, it feels like the only right thing. It feels perfect, and Stiles shivers when Derek’s hips stutter forward again. He’s not cold though, he’s actually warmer than he was earlier. The flush from his cheeks seems to have spread all over his body, and he can feel sweat drops forming everywhere.
“Please Alpha,” Stiles whispers.
And then Derek stills and tenses, his head snapping away from where he was nosing along Stiles’s ear and neck.
“Shit,” Derek breathes out, and he pulls away. “Shit, Stiles…”
“Hm?” Stiles turns his head slowly, his whole body in a haze.
“You’re… how did this even… I don’t understand,” Derek mumbles.
He has a hand still on Stiles’s waist, but he’s inches away from his body.
“What?”
“Stiles, you…,” Derek sighs, his breathing shaky. “You’re in heat.”
Well, fuck, Stiles thinks as his brain slowly processes the words.
Title: It's True (It's Just a Fantasy For Two)
Rating: E
Pairing/s: Derek/Stiles
Character/s: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Sheriff Stilinski
Summary: Stiles never imagined that his play-mating partner would turn up to be Derek. So, counting himself lucky, he decides to make the most of this one-time-only opportunity.
Warnings: dubcon
Content Notes: A/B/O, pre-relationship
Submission Type: fic
Word Count: 3234
Prompt: #240 - heat
Author's Notes: The moment I saw this prompt I was pretty sure that I would want to write a continuation to my fic Let's Pretend (that both our lips are made of candy). It is possible to read this one as a standalone, but there's a little info in the first one to explain how this situation came to be for Stiles. I didn't quite plan on hitting 3k words, but I'm not sure why I'm surprised ;) Only self Betaed, so apologies for any glaring errors.
He doesn’t think about the way Derek’s kissing him. Doesn’t let himself wonder if it means anything, because they’re in the clinic, there are sterile sheets on the bed and the distinct smell of disinfectant that permeate the air no matter how much he tries to breathe in Derek’s scent instead.
It doesn’t mean anything, Stiles thinks when he starts backing up towards the bed in the middle of the room.
“Hey, hey Stiles, wait,” Derek says, and Stiles freezes, his butt hitting the edge of the bed as he backs off.
There’s nothing but softness in Derek’s voice and face, but he takes a step back, bringing Stiles back to reality.
“We have time,” Derek says, and he walks over to the panel by the door, hitting a few buttons.
The light in the room dims, the blackout blinds whirr as they roll down, and Stiles breathes out. It feels almost too intimate now, too personal, and he half wishes that the harsh brightness was still there, reminding him firmly why he’s here. Why Derek is here.
It’s just play-mating, he reminds himself, watching Derek walk closer again.
“We have time,” Derek repeats. “We have as much time as you need.”
Stiles doesn’t want to think about how his mind immediately goes to “forever”, because that’s not what this is. This is pretend, it’s Derek teaching him what to expect in a real mating, during a real heat. Because when he has a real one, it will be more intense, turned up several levels from the pseudo heat that accompanied his presentation as Omega.
“Stiles, it’s not the same,” his dad said when Stiles tried to talk his way out of the play-mating session. “You have to be prepared for later, for when your heats become regular.”
“But I already had one, Dad, I’ll be fine.”
“You had a hint of a heat, one that was just to signalise that you’re an Omega,” John said patiently. “Trust me, it’s nothing like when you find your mate and your real one hits. Your body won’t know what to do unless you prepare it.”
“I’m too old,” Stiles said weakly. “There’s no one I know who’d do this with me now.”
“We’ll find someone. The clinic has contacts, and Melissa will find someone good, someone who’ll help,” John said. “Look, so you presented a little later than the average age, but it’s not that bad.”
“I don’t wanna do it,” Stiles said, all too aware that he was being stubborn.
He knows that he could have talked his dad out of this. Or that he could have refused, since he is an adult and no one could force him. But Stiles is also pragmatic enough to know that his dad was right, and that the best way to get ready for real mating and full heats was to practice.
The basics of mating were taught in sex ed in school, but the theory is just that - a theory. Words on a page that talk about the mechanics of mating, the way heat changes bodies of Alphas and Omegas. The physical and emotional changes that precede and accompany it after a mate bond is completed and heats become regular. So Stiles knows that he will not be having a heat until after he finds a mate, the first full heat triggered by the mating bite. He knows that there will have to be an emotional bond first, and that it will bring on the first hints of his and the Alpha’s heat.
Right now, he’s only pretending, or at least he’s supposed to. But when Derek cups his cheek in his hand and softly kisses him, Stiles has no idea what he should be doing next. His regular hormones tell him that he’s attracted to Derek, his body is telling him to kiss back, to press forward and get as close as he can. But from everything that he read about heats, that’s not what is expected of an Omega.
He’s supposed to present for mating, prepare for penetration and knotting, for the mating bite. All the theory books make it look simple - let the Alpha take over, choose the best position, then just lay still as the Omega hormones make the body ready, and present the neck for the bite. No complications, no overthinking, nothing spectacularly difficult.
And yet when Derek’s kissing him, Stiles has a lot more on his mind, wants to do so many things that are anything but simple.
“Stop thinking,” Derek says quietly, pausing the kissing for a beat.
He still has his palm on Stiles’s cheek, the other on his waist, and the warmth is grounding as much as it’s making Stiles fall apart.
“Let’s just assume you know nothing about me, and I will explain to you how much that is actually not possible,” Stiles mumbles. “There are things that are physically not doable, and my brain taking a break is one of them.”
“I know that,” Derek tells him, his face not showing any impatience to Stiles’s surprise.
“You do?”
The words come out with a shocked squeak. Obviously, it’s not the first time he’s met Derek, but he never expected to have registered on his radar in the slightest.
“I’ve known you for years, Stiles,” Derek says, and Stiles wonders if he’s imagining the fondness in his voice. “I know you think a lot, and think out loud at least half of the time.”
“It’s not like I can help it,” Stiles says defensively.
“I didn’t say it was a bad thing,” Derek says, starting to smile. “At least most of the time it’s not. It’s smart. You’re smart.”
“Oh.”
“But right now, you’re doing too much thinking,” Derek tells him, the smile fading again. “You’re complicating this to the point where it’s not going to be of any use to you for the future.”
“Well, theory is all I’ve got,” Stiles says. “It’s not like I know what to do.”
“Which is why I’m here.”
And, well, Derek has a point there. He’s the Alpha, he presumably had a play-mating session in the past, and if he’s on the clinic’s on call list then it was probably more than just one.
“Okay, teach me your ways, oh wise one,” Stiles says, smirking.
“That would hardly help, seeing as my ways are those of an Alpha, and you’re not,” Derek tells him, mirroring the smirk. “But guide you, I will.”
Stiles narrows his eyes at the wording, but he doesn’t get to respond as Derek cuts of any and al words with another kiss. This time it’s more heated, more disarming than before, and it makes Stiles’s head spin in ways he didn’t expect. His body reacts this time and he surges forward, returning the kiss with more force than he probably should. But Derek doesn’t stop him - in fact, the only reaction he has is to grip Stiles’s waist a little tighter - and continues kissing him.
When they pull away to take a breath a while later, Stiles shakes off the thought of how much time has passed. It doesn't matter, there is no limit on how long they should or shouldn't be here, no one is going to come throw them out or tell them to get the session over and done with. But he knows there's more to it than just kissing, and that is a thought that he can't push out of his brain.
"So, what else should I be doing? Or not doing?" Stiles asks before Derek can lean back in for another kiss.
"That depends. What experience with sex do you have?" Derek sounds all matter-of-fact as he asks, so detached from what they're doing that it brings Stiles right back to reality.
"Well, um, kissing?"
He can't help the blush that spreads over his cheeks. It's not like he likes admitting how inexperienced he is, how little he has done with anyone besides himself until now. But he figures that lying right now is not a good course of action.
Derek's eyes widen at the admission, but he quickly schools his face back into a neutral one.
"Okay, I'm guessing you know the theory of how mating and heats work," he says, then pauses just long enough to see Stiles nod. "So you know that when your actual heat hits after you bond with your mate, your body will change in preparation for real mating. You'll feel a stronger sexual urge, you will secrete slick to make mating sex easier. You'll feel warmer, and turned on."
Stiles nods. Having Derek repeat the information is different than when he read it in books or when he listened to it in sex ed. It's like the words seep through his ears right into his brain and trigger the reactions that Derek is talking about.
"To your Alpha, you're going to smell differently," Derek says, moving a little closer and dipping his face to nose around Stiles's temple. "You'll smell sweet and ripe, you'll smell delicious."
"You saying I don't now?" Stiles says shakily in an attempt to diffuse the growing tension between them.
"You smell like the forest, and oil, and a hint of gunpowder now," Derek says, pulling away from Stiles again. "You also smell a little like sex."
"I went running this morning," Stiles admits. "And Dad took me to the firing range to blow off some steam."
"I'm guessing you did some more of that later too," Derek says teasingly, and Stiles blushes again.
"Hey, we all have our needs," he retorts.
"Again, not saying it's a bad thing, just that I can smell it on you."
"So, when I'm all aflutter because my body is ready," Stiles says, steering back towards the conversation about mating. "Do I just, like, get on my hands and knees and wait for the Alpha to fuck me?"
Derek chokes on air and then coughs.
"Geez, is that what they teach you in sex ed these days?" He still sounds a little hoarse when he speaks, and looks absolutely appalled. “Bonding isn't just about sex."
Stiles raises an eyebrow. He knows this, but he's curious about how Derek will explain it.
"When you find your mate, you're not going to think of sealing the bond as just a necessity. There are plenty of mated pairs who go through levels of intimacy before the bond is official, and some don't even have sex at all," Derek speaks, and he sounds very passionate about it, which has Stiles all kinds of interested.
Derek wasn't completely off the mark with his question, the classes that explained the bonding process did usually only focus on the technical side. So Stiles does know that sex of any kind is not necessary, and that the bond is sealed with the bite mark on the Omega's neck, followed by one of the Alpha's wrist. After that, the Omega's heat cycle becomes active - if they're lucky, regular and infrequent - and the Alpha's body responds to it with a rut.
“Most Omegas don’t have a Heat right as the mating bond is sealed, some can go months after without it,” Derek says firmly. “And since there are asexual Alphas and Omegas, the sex part has nothing to do with having a mate and solidifying the bond.”
Stiles doesn’t have it in him to let Derek get any more agitated over what he obviously sees as misinformation that he needs to explain to Stiles.
“I know,” he says. “The classes said nothing about it, admittedly, but I’ve had plenty of time to look up more information. I’m good at research,” he says with a small smile.
“Good,” Derek says, clearly relieved. “So, no, you don’t just present for an Alpha. Omegas might have been seen as inferior in the past, but they haven’t been for a long time. Or ever, really, but the world isn’t treating them as lesser beings anymore.”
“Well, that kind of depends on who you ask, I guess,” Stiles says, his smile fading.
He’s seen cases, even in Beacon Hills, where Omegas have been treated poorly, and where Alphas thought way too highly of themselves. Not that he wants to dwell on it, because there’s a chance that the Alpha he ends up bonding with will be no better.
“True that,” Derek nods, his expression twisting into a mix of anger and sadness. “Unfortunately, some never really get over their stupidity. I’m sure whoever your mate is will be better. I can’t imagine you putting up with someone so backwards,” he adds, the corner of his mouth twitching.
Stiles can’t help but preen a little. He’s pretty sure Derek means it as a compliment, and if not, he’s going to take it as such anyway.
“So,” he starts, turning their conversation back to the initial point, “if sex isn’t necessary, what do we need to practice here?”
“Well, just because it isn’t needed doesn’t mean it’s not going to happen for you,” Derek says. “Unless you aren’t into it?”
“Oh no. I mean, yes, I am. Into it. Very sexual, me,” Stiles rambles, his cheeks heating up. “Obviously in theory only, for now, but yes, sex sounds like a good thing.”
“It can be,” Derek smiles. “Sex during bonding can be very intense, too. So that’s what I’m here to prepare you for.”
“Right.”
“But it’s not like you should start with what you said,” Derek adds.
“Then what?” Stiles asks.
“Well, kissing,” Derek says. “Which you seem to have down pretty well.”
Stiles blushes and ducks his head, flustered by the praise.
“Then it’s whatever else you’d do with a partner sexually,” Derek says, and he moves closer. “Have you done any more than kissing?”
Stiles shakes his head. He’s tempted to admit that the kissing that he has done before today wasn’t anywhere near like kissing Derek.
“Okay, then we go slow, and you tell me when it gets too overwhelming and if you want to stop,” Derek says, stepping even closer, his hand back on Stiles’s cheek.
Then he leans in and kisses away not only any questions Stiles might be considering, but also for a beat any and all thoughts. It’s the same kiss as earlier, no more intense, but it slowly starts getting warmer in the room as Derek’s hand wraps around Stiles’s waist and pulls him closer. When their bodies are flush against each other, Stiles melts into the heat that radiates off of Derek’s skin.
It is intense, he thinks when his mind comes back online. But it’s not overwhelming, so he does nothing to stop Derek, not even when he feels a hand slide under his shirt and settle on his lower back. Instead, he lifts his arms and wraps them around Derek’s shoulders, then shivers when Derek moves his hand from Stiles’s cheek to the back of his head.
They pause for barely a second after a while, and Derek dips his head to nose along Stiles’s jaw. Then, without warning, he steps forward, and Stiles automatically backs up with the movement, his knees hitting the bed behind them again. It’s enough to throw him off balance, and he drops down on the bed, then moves just enough to lift his legs up on it. Derek follows, and a moment later he’s holding himself up above Stiles’s body, head bent down as his nose returns to Stiles’s jaw.
“Is this okay?” Derek asks quietly, his arms and legs bracketing Stiles in.
All Stiles can do is nod, and then he tilts his head back, his neck stretched and presented to Derek. He can hear a soft, content hum and then Derek’s lips start peppering small kisses along Stiles’s jaw and then down from his ear towards his collarbone.
It escalates pretty fast after that, and when Derek tugs on Stiles’s shirt and asks if it’s okay to take it off, Stiles not only does that eagerly, but he also slips off his pants. Derek seems taken aback by it for a second, but then takes off his own jeans too, and he’s kissing Stiles again moments later. It’s the first time Stiles has been this close to anyone, and he’s hell bent on enjoying every last bit of it. Which is why, when Derek’s thumb hooks into his briefs, he just lifts his hips and nods before Derek can ask.
When they’re naked, Derek moves to the side and nudges Stiles to turn to his side, then settles behind him, his chest against Stiles’s back.
“Now, if you and your mate choose to have sex during the bonding, this is the best position,” Derek whispers into Stiles’s ear. “Not only does it give your Alpha the perfect access to your neck, it also puts their hands just right so that you can return the bite to their wrist.”
Stiles nods, but he’s sure that he won’t remember some of that. Derek is pressed close, and it’s clear that Stiles isn’t the only one who’s hard. He’s past being self-conscious, but the flush in his cheeks remains as Derek’s hips twitch and his cock rubs against Stiles’s ass. He’s warm all over, but he chalks it down to Derek’s body heat and his own arousal.
“What about sex?” Stiles asks after a few moments of them just silently lying there, Derek’s lips just below his ear, unmoving.
“Well, this is also a good position for it,” Derek says, his voice a little tight as he brings a hand down to Stiles’s butt cheek. “Especially if there’s knotting involved. Which it only should be if you do go into heat right then.”
Stiles can feel every movement of Derek’s fingers, and his asshole clenches when Derek gently pulls on his butt cheek and slips his cock in the gap. It’s so close, so much, and Stiles wants to push back, wants Derek to rut into him, wants…
“Derek, please,” he lets out with a whimper.
The response he gets is Derek moving his hips away, and Stiles whimpers again. But then Derek is rutting forward, a little lower, the head of his cock rubbing against Stiles’s hole.
“Please, just a bit,” Stiles says, shamelessly pushing his ass back towards Derek. “Just…”
He gasps when Derek’s cock catches against his rim, and his ass clenches but then relaxes. It’s so good, so much more than he’s ever experienced. Not that he has any real comparison to other sex, but with Derek right there, it feels like the only right thing. It feels perfect, and Stiles shivers when Derek’s hips stutter forward again. He’s not cold though, he’s actually warmer than he was earlier. The flush from his cheeks seems to have spread all over his body, and he can feel sweat drops forming everywhere.
“Please Alpha,” Stiles whispers.
And then Derek stills and tenses, his head snapping away from where he was nosing along Stiles’s ear and neck.
“Shit,” Derek breathes out, and he pulls away. “Shit, Stiles…”
“Hm?” Stiles turns his head slowly, his whole body in a haze.
“You’re… how did this even… I don’t understand,” Derek mumbles.
He has a hand still on Stiles’s waist, but he’s inches away from his body.
“What?”
“Stiles, you…,” Derek sighs, his breathing shaky. “You’re in heat.”
Well, fuck, Stiles thinks as his brain slowly processes the words.