benchwarming | [ open au ] moon baby

[ 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 -

Fuck shoes.

[ Stiles said it emphatically against Derek's mouth, but he reluctantly drew away to let Derek get out of them, shuffling out of his sneakers after a moment. Then he had an idea, and with a tilt of his head, he undid the buttons of his pants and slid out of those quickly as well, leaving him in just boxers. ]

[ Derek quickly followed, stripping his jeans away and kicking them aside as he moved to grasp Stiles face so he could practically devour him through his lips, letting up enough to let his hands slide away to explore and grasp other parts of the teenager.

Like his hips, and butt and thighs.

He pulled away just long enough to settle down on the mattress, gesturing for Stiles to follow. ]

[ Stiles did his best to give back what Derek gave - biting at his mouth gently and pressing his tongue against Derek's.

When Derek's hands slid over his hips and thighs, he groaned softly and returned the favor, feeling the sharp hipbones of Derek's body and the curve of his ass, daring to give it a squeeze before he pulled away.

Then Derek pulled away and sat down, and Stiles' eyes lit up playfully before he followed Derek down - sliding into his lap and wrapping his arms around his neck and kissing him again. ]

[ He wasn't sure when he had found himself grinning into each kiss but somewhere along the way, he had. He kept one hand pressed into the small of Stiles' back pressing him closer with a firm yet delicate pressure as he didn't want to push Stiles any farther than he was willing to be pushed, at least not at this point in time.

Derek bucked up under the weight of the teen, his other hand running over Stiles' thigh until it was cupping his butt and Derek was kind of impressed by the curve of it, taking a moment to drink in the feel of it before giving it a squeeze in return. He rocked his weight upwards again. ]

You have a nice butt.

[ And maybe butt was the wrong word to say because it sounded so childish and reserved and then more words were fumbling out between kisses that could be read as nervous or embarrassed because both were equally true as Derek felt like he had just fumbled the ball that made this game. ]

..ass, ass not butt --

[ Assbutt his mind seemed to eagerly supply though it was hardly time for it to be tossing tv show references about. He could feel his cheeks flush as he tried to drown his thoughts out with more kissing and therefore a lack of oxygen to his brain. ]

[ Stiles really had no problem with the word butt being tossed around, though he smiled, and it only grew wider as Derek grabbed at said butt and then tried to fix his words.

Stiles was really laughing by the time Derek was kissing him again, and he obliged the move even as he tried to stifle his chuckles. Once he wasn't in danger of giggling he ran his fingers through Derek's hair again and pressed closer to him, humming at the feel of skin on skin.

He was a little breathless with anticipation. ]

Well, you have a nice butt too, you know.

[ He slid one hand down to squeeze at it. ]

I definitely noticed that before I was werewolf.

[ Derek cheeks felt heated in the mix of potentially mortifying embarrassment and raging hormones but as Stiles laughter settled, and more touches returned, Derek had a renewed sense of himself and relaxed into kiss after kiss as well as touch after touch, reminded by the grope of his ass that there were literally just a coupe of layers between being completely naked.

He let out a low groan, his eyes flashing red at the confession and finding himself more aroused as a result. ]

You were checking me out?

[ He had been vaguely aware of it but had never put much thought to Stiles' wandering eyes before now.

He slipped a hand into the leg of Stiles underwear, coming up to cup his ass . ]

[ Stiles pressed back against Derek's hand with a soft noise of pleasure at the bare touch, wanting to get the boxers off all the way but not moving just yet. ]

How could I not? I dunno if you noticed but you're really kind of hot.

[ Derek wasn't the first guy that had made Stiles question his orientation but he was the straw that broke the back to Stiles just giving up and considering himself equal opportunity. Becoming a werewolf had changed that as well.

He squeezed the firm ass in his hand again and then hooked his fingers into the hem of the boxers. ]

Kinda wanna check out other parts of you though.

You are aware of how corny that sounds, right?

[ He raises a bow, but rolls down into Stiles grip and lets his own hands up a little bit high because this is nice. Touching Stiles and kissing him and grinding down into him is also quite nice. ]

Though I do share those sentiments.

I was hoping you wouldn't notice.

[ Stiles gives his own half embarrassed laugh that turns into a little groan at Derek's hands, at the press of their hips together. ]

So you're agreeing we should get naked. Because I dunno, I kinda wanted to try some things.

What kind of things?

[ Because his interest is now peaked amongst other far more obvious things but he's in no mood to rush this. Not when they have all day and not when he's already been so patient. ]

[ Stiles bites his bottom lip a little when Derek asks that, because it's still so weird to say what he wants out loud. ]

Well, I kinda wanted to try sucking you off? Just. It's something I've thought about once or twice.

[ His eyes darken and unconsciously licks his lips, thinking of more than one occasion where that thought had also crossed his mind but he had often tried to shun it away. ]

Once or twice...

[ He finds himself smirking. ] Anything else?

A lot of other stuff.

[ Stiles says it a little breathlessly, rolling his hips down against Derek's impatiently. ]

Like you sucking me off, and finding out whether or not werewolves have a neck fixation or if that's me, and you know, actually having sex.

I have a neck fixation. [ He hummed taking the opportunity to nose against it and give it a nip over the adam's apple.

He was also completely down for sucking Stiles off at some point. ]

Might want to ask around though if you want to get more of a census.

sob probably ;n;

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dfsoagjs did you really

i.. did. now i want a fic of laura and derek watching spn...

and judging all the supernatural stuff

"Silver? Really?"

"I wish salt worked like that."

"How can she even eat those fries if she's a demon?"

"this show doesn't even work by its own rules!"

"Maybe we should turn it off......"

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