Prompt Post 02
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Stiles didn't make a sound for a second, but it was a short second. "Derek, oh god," he moaned, trying to worm onto his knees and reach down to pull his pants up.
Derek pushed his searching hands back and yanked his pants and boxers the rest of the way off, hooking off his shoes as he went, too. "Shut up."
"Dude, what're you gonna do now?" Stiles almost sobbed, climbing the bed.
Derek pushed him down again when he tried to sit up, straddled his legs. He didn't waste any time with words, just hunched over and pressed his tongue flat against the reddest part of Stiles's ass.
"Derek." Stiles tensed, muscles tight under Derek's mouth.
"Shut up," he said again, sucking a blotch of hot skin up between his lips. It made Stiles squirm, leak these harsh, overstimulated gasps, louder as Derek got more aggressive, laving every inch of his ass like he had all the time to, worrying more marks up, tongue rough. He ate the trembles right off Stiles's skin.
Stiles moved away from it at first, cowered and tensed and writhed against the bed. But then his whimpers turned brutal and starved, into full-on moaning Derek's name, and he started rolling his hips into the bed, fucking it like it had begged him for it all day.
Derek backed off him only long enough to free up Stiles's legs and spread him open wide, parting his ass cheeks with quaking fingers. Stiles didn't know what he was doing to him- he just wanted to split him on his dick-
He leaned over and pressed a tentative lick against Stiles's hole. Stiles bucked and cursed, "Derek, what the fuck-" muffled into his pillow, his body locking up. Derek just came back more sure, kissing his hole in wet, open-mouth drags, before he drove his tongue into him, felt how Stiles clenched around him instinctively.
"Oh man," Stiles groaned. "Fuck, this is…so rimming. I read about this, oh god-"
"Good for you," Derek mumbled, thrusting into him again. Dumbass did too much research. He nosed down at Stiles's balls, his scent so thick Derek could taste it, was distracted by it, wanted to rub all over it, cover it up with his own.
Stiles shuddered when Derek drew a line from them back up to Stiles's hole with his tongue, lips slick and hungry on him. He fucked his tongue back into Stiles and held it there until Stiles whimpered again, for something, a lot of babble that didn't make sense. And Derek kept fucking it into him, starting up a rhythm that Stiles easily fell into with his own cock, rutting forward into his bed and then back, onto the fat of Derek's tongue.
Stiles was so overwhelmed that he didn't last another two minutes, coming with a shudder. Derek kneaded the snap of his ass as he unloaded himself, tongue-fucking him through it. Stiles went boneless, hands melted off either edge of the bed, and Derek just licked into him until he grumbled and turned over, cupping his dick in his hands, suddenly embarrassed again. He sighed hard.
Derek pried Stiles's hands away with only a lukewarm fight from him, and just eyed the come smeared all over him, stared at it so long that Stiles got warm with humiliation and sat up, pawing him back.
His spunk smelled like copper and everything that unhinged Derek, when he was out at his house all by himself.
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"Didn't you like it?" Derek asked, and his voice was rough, too, his head addled with sex, cock throbbing. But Stiles was a little virgin. A little virgin to be worked up to worse and worse things, eventually.
Not yet. Not on the full moon. Not when Derek could rip him apart.
"If I say yes, does that mean we won't do it again? Because you and I both know how often you do anything I want you to do... That would be never. In case you didn't remember."
Derek bent forward to take off his shoes. "If you promise to listen to me when I tell you something important, I'll do it to you whenever you want."
"Even the, uh..." Stiles scratched the back of his neck, squinting off at something out the window. "Yeah. The. That- spanking part?" His eyes were shy coming around to look at Derek, but when they finally did, Derek just smirked.
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I would do terrible, terrible things in the hopes of a sequel for this.
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