benchwarming | [ open au ] moon baby

[ Derek enjoys it, he enjoys Stiles being close in this way when months ago the thought was one that was stomped down as soon as it spawned. Now it was different, now Stiles was a werewolf. One of them and now his.

A rumble of contentment built in his chest as he kissed Stiles back, suddenly all too content with the idea of doing this all day. And maybe more.

If Stiles was up for it. ]

[ Derek wouldn't have needed to ask - Stiles felt like he could do anything with Derek. And he knew himself well enough that if he was uncomfortable, he'd stop the werewolf.

He curled a little closer to Derek, sliding his fingers through his hair and giving a soft pleased noise against Derek's mouth. ]

[ He tugged Stiles bottom lip between his teeth and gave a slight growl, suddenly feeling a little more playful with it now that Stiles had responded with such a sweet sound.

It had been a long time since he had last done this mutually or perhaps it was the first time, depending on which light you chose to take it under. ]

[ Stiles would have argued that Kate didn't count, and so he gave a small giggle that turned into a gentle groan when Derek bit his bottom lip and growled, pressing closer and trying his own gentle nip at Derek's mouth. ]

[ Derek realized he'd still have to be gentler with Stiles until the bite healed fully, otherwise any wound he might leave accidentally, still might take a bit to heal. So for now, he erred on the side of caution.

That didn't stop him from encouraging Stiles however. ]

[ The idea that werewolf mating might include a lot of biting wasn't something that had crossed Stiles' mind yet. But it should, especially considering he wanted to bite his teeth down into Derek.

He didn't, though, nipping again and then licking at the fading marks. ]

[ Derek lapped back. Really, the mating could be anything, though there was a part of Derek that was deeply curious to experience the fury and bloody version of it all.

His hands slid over Stiles, teasing the idea of massaging him but more or less just wanting to touch every inch of his body. ]

[ Stiles arched into those hands with a deep and pleased groan, fingers stroking through Derek's hair before fisting at the very base of it, clutching.

His tongue tangled with Derek's and he let it do so until he could feel a need for air arising and he pulled back, breathing deeply and scenting Derek. ]

[ So this was a thing. A very good thing, which kind of make Derek feel a touch drunk with the way Stiles' hands were moving through his hair and the kissing which was really nice.

He panted in an attempt to catch his own breath, happening to notice just how good Stiles smelt right now and only served to make him want more. ]

If I'm going to fast, tell me to stop.

[ He mumbled quickly as he moved to capture Stiles' mouth again with his own. ]

[ Stiles felt like he could not get enough of touching Derek and letting him touch him in turn.

When Derek spoke he laughed, breathless. ]

I'll tell you. But I'm really good with how we're going so far.

[ And with that he ducked down to kiss Derek back, nails scraping over the skin of his scalp carefully. ]

Good.

[ He growled into the next kiss, moving in a way that made him sit in a manner that made him more sizeable. His own hands raking down Stiles back with a light scratch. ]

[ Stiles groaned into the kiss. There was no denying that based off the last conversation, neither of them was exclusively top or bottom, but he found he enjoyed it when Derek loomed over him, bracketing him with his body.

Stiles arched his body, rubbing their chests together as his hips shifted restlessly and he whined, nails scratching along Derek's scalp and then his neck. ]

[ He groaned, enjoying every touch they exchanged and every kiss and maybe he had missed interactions like this more than he realized because he was suddenly finding it very hard to keep his train of thought innocent.

Like, clothes. That should be on the floor and there should be more skin touching skin. A lot more skin touching skin. ]

[ Stiles seemed to have the same idea because he pulled away, clawing at Derek's shoulders. ]

I - can we just get a lot more naked? [ He asked it with a sort of desperation and hope. ]

[ His eyes flashed red, half tempted to just rip Stiles' clothes off him at the question, but instead he just slowly gave a nod. Which turned into a much more eager nod, wasting no time pulling his own shirt off over his head a second later. ]

[ Stiles was pulling his shirts off too after a moment, revealing pale freckled skin and a body defined by running suicide runs for Finstock. But he wasn't focusing on how he looked when he moved the shirts aside, he was looking at Derek, and a moment later he ducked his head to mouth at one shoulder, fingers running over Derek's abs. ]

[ Derek was already aware that Stiles wasn't as defined as him and it was honestly something he appreciated. While he did want Stiles to be stronger, he didn't really want it to take away from who he was.

He let out a groan as Stiles' mouth found his shoulder, and hands found his abdomen. His own hands were trailing greedily over Stiles' chest and arms, still wanting more but enjoying this as well. ]

[ Stiles was definitely going to want them to get more naked, in a moment, but for now he wanted the taste of Derek's skin in his mouth and the feel of his skin under his fingers.

Stiles hadn't had sex yet, anyway, and now that it seemed like a likely possibility he was dizzy with it, and nervous in a way that was enjoyable. He bit at the shoulder, gently, and let his hands come around to touch Derek's lower back before he shifted his hips forward, grinding a little. ]

[ Derek let out a grunt, shifting his hips up to meet Stiles'. His hands slipped down from the skin they were exploring to grip Stiles' hips, nails digging in lightly as he tugged Stiles closer still to grind into him with more force and friction.

But there was still the issue of pants, which was kind of in the way and for a moment the rush and thought of actually doing this was making the heat rise in him and god did he want it. ]

[ Stiles gave a breathy moan against Derek's shoulder, hips rolling down. He thought it felt amazing even through their jeans, the feel of another person's erection against his (and wow what did that say about him). Or maybe it was just because it was Derek, and things seemed more intense with Derek.

He slid his fingers down further, just to the hem of Derek's jeans and pressed them against the very top curve of his bottom. ]

[ He was finding it harder and harder to play this out though simple teasing so he slipped a few fingers though Stiles' belt loops and lifted him up as he moved to stand. He expected Stiles to help him with carrying at least a slight portion of his weight, otherwise he was going to end up pinned to a wall, rather than to a mattress. ]

[ As much appeal as being carried might have held and as reluctant as he was to move away, Stiles slipped off of Derek's lap to stand on slightly wobbly legs, plastering himself to Derek's front after a moment to bite his chin. ]

Bed?

Bed.

[ He agreed, taking the opportunity to nip Stiles back, and walk backwards towards the make shift bedroom he had assembled.

It was hardly anything special. A mattress on the middle of the floor accompanied by a couple of others, sheets spread on top with blankets bundled up on another one. ]

[ Nothing special though it may have been, Derek's smell was all over it and that made Stiles' wolf keen. Maybe he would have preferred a nicer locale, but at this point he had no complaints.

He waited until Derek had lead them to one of the mattresses and then kissed the alpha again - they were nearly of a height, Derek only a little taller than Stiles - while his hand slid over his groin. ]

[ Next time they could aim to have their make out session in Stiles bedroom while his dad is out. That seems like a far better location as right now there was a really awkward difference between standing and being on any of the mattresses.

He slips off his shoes to step back onto one of them only to nearly trip over his feet because the kissing, no problem but that touch was one that made his heart jump. ]

Mm -- shoes -

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i feel like i should mention that i'm using 'erred' in the middle english sense of the word

there... there's another way to use it?!...

dictionary says it can be used as "mistaken"........ .. .

i guess but i'm just like who would

that is a very good question

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I - I swore I responded to this, i deleted the email and everything

sfsdhig maybe you forgot to send it through? It happens.

but i sent it! my phone must have messed up

sob probably ;n;

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