Human is Just a Word 75/85
Chapter 75
"That's a lot to christen." Derek said, his mind swirling with all the possibilities. "We won't leave this place for days."
He took Stiles' bottom lip in his mouth and gave it a hard suck. Stiles moaned and his hips bucked into Derek, the hard line of his erection grinding against his hipbone.
"Ellen will leave food at the door for us." Stiles smashed their mouths together, his fingers tangled in Derek's hair. "But the kids won't leave us alone for that long. Let's find out what we can do in one night." A wicked grin spread on his face.
"I think you're overestimating our stamina." Derek told him but then Stiles found the claiming spot on his neck and Derek stopped thinking. Stiles licked and kissed there for a moment but then he sucked a good chunk of meat into his mouth and bit down as hard as he could.
Derek groaned and his knees buckled under him and all he could do was to claw blindly at Stiles.
Stiles didn't let go for long sweet seconds, holding him upright while Derek's body jerked and spasmed helplessly in his grip. The coppery tang of blood filled his nose and still Stiles just bit down harder.
Derek almost came from Stiles' claiming bite alone but then his mate eased off and brought their lips together.
Tasting his own blood on Stiles' lips Derek took over and plunged his tongue into Stiles' mouth. The kiss was rough, all teeth and raw need, and when Derek bit down on Stiles' bottom lip, the taste of his mate's blood mixed with his own.
"Mark me." Stiles threw his head back against the door, baring his throat. Without even thinking Derek buried his teeth in the offered skin. He didn't bite hard enough to draw blood but Stiles would wear the imprints of his teeth for days. Satisfied with the mark, he gave it a few soothing licks and then nipped his way up to Stiles' ear.
"Want to suck you." He said, nibbling at the ear lobe. He slipped his hands under Stiles' shirt, roaming over miles of unmarked skin. He would take his time with that, later.
Without waiting for an answer Derek sank to his knees and by the time his knees hit the floor, Stiles was already frantically working his fly open.
Derek sucked him hard and fast, with Stiles' fingers clenching in his hair, holding him in place and a constant stream of "fuck" and "Derek" and sweet moans falling from his mouth. It didn't take long for Stiles to spill his release and when Derek came up again for a hungry kiss, Stiles licked his own come right out of his mouth.
Then, finally, Stiles' hand found its way into Derek's pants. His long fingers closed around his shaft and with his thumb he smeared precome over the head. When he started to jack him it was still on the dry side, too rough, too fast and almost painful and Derek loved every second of it. Mouthing at Stiles' marked neck Derek bucked into his fist.
It took only a few strokes and Derek came all over Stiles' hand. When Stiles offered it to him, Derek cleaned it up, taking care of every sinfully long finger.
Then they just stood there, dicks still hanging out of their pants and heads resting on each other's shoulders.
"That was the door." Stiles was the first who found his words again. "Bed next?"
Derek laughed. He didn't bother lifting his head, he just laughed into Stiles' neck and a moment later they were both shaking with it.
They did make it over to the bed eventually where they undressed and Derek spread Stiles out on the silky sheets.
With the edge taken off neither of them was in a hurry and Derek took his time to worship the miles of smooth skin in front of him. He licked and kissed every inch of it, leaving red bite marks on his way.
By the time he was satisfied with the marking, Stiles was littered with the imprints of his teeth and he had beard burns on the soft skin between his legs.
They were both hard and leaking again but Derek took his time to prep his mate thoroughly before he pushed in.
He fucked him slow, with rolls of his hips and shallow thrusts, taking him apart with every agonizing slow second of it.
"Derek, please." Stiles brought the words out between moans and those sweet noises Derek would never get enough of. "Please."
Derek felt his knot swell and now it caught on the rim with every thrust, making Stiles whimper.
"I'm going to knot you." Derek promised but he wasn't sure if Stiles was even there enough to hear him.
Seconds later they were locked together firmly. Derek ground into him, his knot working Stiles' prostate mercilessly, and when he reached for Stiles' neglected dick, he cried out and came it hot spurts. He clenched down on Derek's knot, milking it, and Derek tumbled over the edge right behind him.
Stiles was asleep before his knot had come down enough for Derek to slip out. So he carefully jostled them into a more comfortable position until they lay spooned together and then he drew the blanket over both of them.
"Guess we're going to christen the rest tomorrow." Derek said with a low chuckle and kissed his mate good night on the nape of his neck.
He didn't even remember slipping out of Stiles but when Derek woke up Stiles lay spread out all over him. It was still night, the room barely illuminated by the street lamps outside, and Derek only distantly wondered how Stiles had managed to clean them up without waking him, before he snuggled back into his pillow and drifted back to sleep.
The next time he woke, Stiles was sucking his dick. It wasn't even a real blow job, just soft licks and kisses along his shaft and all over his balls and then Stiles took the tip in his mouth and suckled.
"What are you doing?" Derek asked the lump under the blanket but he was not really awake enough to do more than lay there with his arm over his eyes and enjoy Stiles' hot mouth all over him.
Since he was awake his dick actually started to take interest in what his mate was doing down there but Stiles didn't show any intention to up his game.
Stiles drew the laziest orgasm Derek ever had out of him, leaving him drained but deeply satisfied.
Grinning like the cat that got the cream and the canary Stiles came back up from under the covers and cuddled into him.
"Morning." He said cheerfully but Derek wasn't up for words just yet. "You can return the favor in the shower."
Stiles probably regretted his words when Derek ate him out in the shower until he was shaking and begging for a hand on his cock but Derek just spread his hole with his thumbs and tongue fucked him until he came untouched.
Before Stiles even had time to collect himself, Derek manhandled him out of the shower and braced him on the sink.
"You forgot the sink on your to christen list." Derek told him. Stiles was still lose from his knot earlier and the rim job just now and Derek just pushed in in one hard thrust.
When they came out of the bathroom, there was a knock at the door and when Derek opened it, he found a tray waiting for him. A stack of Erica's pancakes and a large pot of coffee along with other goodies.
"Thanks, Ellen." He said, sure that she would hear him. How she had known that they were done in the bathroom, he didn't want to think about too closely.
"Door, bed, shower, sink." Stiles counted on his fingers while they had a lazy breakfast in bed. "We're making progress."
They managed to knock the couch off their list before they had to admit defeat.
Stiles sat in his lap, panting into his shoulder, with Derek's knot still buried deep in him. He had just squirmed his way through another orgasm. The second one on the couch. He had cried in pain when Derek had touched his dick to help him climax once again.
"You okay?" Slightly worried Derek cupped his face. Stiles was the one who had taken his knot a few times and he was the one who was covered in bruises and bite marks. Plus how many orgasms? Derek had lost count.
"Just don't touch my dick or ass for at least a few hours." Stiles said, squinting at him with only one half-open eye. "Can't believe I just said that."
"I doubt a few hours will be enough." Derek chuckled.
Stiles gave him a dirty look but sagged into his open arms. Until his knot came down, they weren't going anywhere. Stiles was still twitching around him, milking the last spasms out of his dick, and by now Derek too had to grit his teeth at the overstimulation but he could only wait until he could slip free.
They were both sticky with sweat and come but they just made themselves comfortable on the couch and took a nap.
At dinner time hunger drew them out. They showered together but aside from the fact that Derek couldn't keep his hands off the marks he'd left on Stiles' body, especially the one on his neck, they weren't really up for more at the moment.
When they went upstairs, of course the whole pack was there, even John and Melissa. Especially they made Stiles a bit uncomfortable and in his attempt to hide that he was walking funny, he waddled even more. Derek rolled his eyes at that and when his gaze met John's, they both had trouble keeping a straight face. Melissa, however, tried really hard to not stare too openly at the almost black mark on Stiles' neck.
The rest of the pack was not that cautious and they openly cheered at them when they sat down at the table.
Becky took a sniff at Derek and then turned in disgust, muttering something about mating under her breath, what only led to more laughter from the adults.
Gina used the moment of distraction to climb into Stiles' lap for a hug. But then something caught her eye.
"Did Derek turn you?" Gina stood on Stiles' thighs, examining the mark on his neck closely.
"He didn't turn me." Stiles pried her hands off his neck and tried to shift into a more comfortable position for his sore butt without throwing her off his lap. At least that was Derek's interpretation of his squirming.
"Why did he bite you, then?" Bracing her little hands on his chest, she studied the mark with a puzzled look.
"I marked him." Derek plucked her off his mate who sighed in relief when she wasn't digging her hands into his abused chest any longer. "So everybody can see that he's mine."
Stiles turned an adorable shade of red at that.
"As if there was any doubt about that." John muttered but not unkindly. He reached over to ruffle his son's hair. Turning an even deeper shade of red, Stiles looked like he just wanted for the floor to open under him.
Derek leaned over to kiss him but Stiles ducked out of the way and sank his teeth into Derek's neck. And he didn't let go once he'd made a point. Like yesterday Stiles bit down hard enough to draw blood. Derek bit back a moan. He had still Gina in his arm so he tried to keep his noises appropriate for children but those were lost anyway when the whole table erupted in cheers.
When Stiles finally let go of him, he grinned at him with blood on his lips.
"Now everybody can see that you're mine."
The mark was already healing but the blood stayed on his skin and Derek didn't wipe it off.
Chapter 76
Masterpost