benchwarming | [ open au ] moon baby

Good.

[ Voice was low, possessive and shifting just enough to get those boxer's out of the way completely. The smell of their mixed arousal made his nostrils flare, suddenly wanting this so much more than just touching and kissing because exchanging blowjobs sounds like an absolutely fantastic idea right about now. ]

[ Stiles goes down to his knees between Derek's legs and stares for a moment. Derek is a little bigger and wider than Stiles, and he can practically smell the precome on the wolf, or imagines he can.

He sucks in a breath, wrapping a hand around Derek loosely and licking his lips before ducking down, wasting no time in giving a lewd kiss to the head of Derek's erection. ]

[ Derek jerks, but in a good way at the sudden heat on the head of his length. As if Stiles staring wasn't already making heat flare up more and more in his gut and the need to touch as taste him was equally as strong but now he had to wait because his mate made the first move.

He let out a groan of approval, head tilting back as his hands searched for something to hold onto. ]

[ Stiles let Derek's hands settle against the back of his head and shoulders as he closed his eyes, letting his tongue lap against the head. He chased the taste, so intense with his enhanced senses, dragging his tongue down the side of his dick and then back up, hollowing his cheeks as he sucks, like he's seen in his hours of porn watching.

He can't stop touching Derek either - the base of his cock, his sharp hips, the firm muscle of his thighs. ]

[ It was teasing, made him feel sensitive and completely at Stiles' mercy, which only beat him with further arousal.

But then there was suction and heat and suddenly Derek found himself digging his fingers in, fighting the urge to pull Stiles closer or fuck up into his mouth, letting him take it at his own pace since it was their first time. ]

Stiles could feel Derek's barely restraining himself and he looked up as he sucked on the head of his dick again, humming slightly and bobbing his head down. His hands tugged on Derek's thighs, trying to let him know it was okay to thrust up.

After all, he couldn't hurt Stiles.

It didn't stop him from worrying over the fact that he might.

But he did slowly thrust up into him, letting out a groan as he felt the vibrations of Stiles around him. "God, if you need me to stop, just, say it, okay?" He panted, focusing on Stiles head as he spoke to him, but doing his best not to focus on the fact that Stiles really did have his mouth around his dick.

Stiles gave a small muffled moan after Derek spoke, mostly agreeing with him but also enjoying the way that Derek has groaned the first time he did it. His fingers curled tight against Derek's thighs and he did his best to move into the thrusts, even if he choked once or twice.

He sucked, earnestly, tongue teasing along the underside.

Each time Stiles gave a strange choking sound, Derek stilled, though the vibrations earn another grunt and groan.

And Stiles tongue, pressing where it was felt so damn good that he thought he might actually lose it for a second. His eyes flickering as they fluttered shut, bitting down on his bottom lip to keep his composure.

"Jesus -- Stiles-"

Stiles hummed his appreciation and bobbed his head down again, sucking gently and dragging his tongue over the head of Derek's erection when he was almost all the way out of his mouth, and massaging the underside when he was in. His fingers rubbed almost unconsciously against the skin of Derek's legs.

"If you keep--" He choked on the words as a wave of pleasure washed over him, trying to calm it down so he could finish his sentence before he could give a sufficient warning, "- Doing that, I'm going to come -"

Stiles pulled off at that, panting a little, lips red and wet and wrapping his hand around Derek's erection.

"Dude, this is probably the wrong time, but I've already discovered the freakin' stamina bonus when it comes to jerking off," He grins, slowly stroking Derek. "So you'll be able to go again."

And with that, he ducked his head back down to suck at the head of his erection, tongue flicking over it obscenely before going down.

Derek had been well aware of his fast recovery time (Kate often complimented him on it) but he never had anything to compare it to for obvious reasons. He tried to focus on his breathing, listening to Stiles and feeling those slow pumps.

It made it pretty obvious that Stiles wanted him to let go, he just wasn't sure if Stiles wanted to take it all in his mouth but that question was answered too, at least with the way Stiles went back down on him. Derek couldn't take his eyes off him, his breath hitched and caught and he was gone, letting go as the heat of Stiles' mouth consumed him. His mouth fell open and slacked and he unconsciously bucked further into the heat, spilling out into it and gripping on tight as he did so.

He didn't moan, he just let out a soft gasp as he came.

When Derek came it was salty and bitter, but not unpleasant. Stiles gave a small noise, swallowing Derek down as he came and digging his nails into Derek's thighs as he did so.

He was still hard of course, hadn't touched himself at all while doing this for Derek, but the alpha looked so good, almost shocked by his orgasm.

He kept licking at Derek until he stopped, and then let him slip out of his mouth, nuzzling his stomach after a moment.

Despite how dazed the orgasm left him, he could still take time to appreciate how good Stiles looked pulling off him. He ran his hand over Stiles' head affectionately as he regained a little more of his mind, bit by bit. It felt so right having him hear and having him like this and after a moment he was trying to lead Stiles closer to his face so he could kiss him.

Stiles moved up when Derek led him, opening his mouth against Derek's lips and wrapping his arms around his shoulders. His hips pushed forward unconsciously, however, eager.

He could taste himself inside Stiles' mouth which was strange reminder that what had just happened had indeed just occurred. He ground feeling his mate against him which was a reminder of entirely different kind.

He twisted around Stiles, switching their spots as he pulled back from the kiss and left a trail of kissing leading south, his mind slowly coming back to him as he kept his eyes on Stiles'.

Stiles gasped softly as they were rolled over again, whining in the back of his throat plaintively. He lifted his head so he could look at Derek, and seeing the alpha leaning over him, lips pressed against his skin, made him flush red and wiggle a little.

"Come on," he pleaded after a moment.

Derek smirked, taking even more time with it now that Stiles insisted he hurry, kissing each mole or freckle or mark on Stiles pale skin until he found himself reaching that dark trail of hair. Stiles' scent was heavier the further south he went, intimidated by the idea of actually doing this but willing to take it on.

He would learn, he was a fairly quick learner and so after a moment, his hand gripped around the base and gave Stiles' one quick stroke before tracing his tongue over the slit and drawing it into his mouth. He kept his tongue pressed against the underside, enveloping it with the rest of his mouth as he closed around it, drawing it back as far as he could manage which was about a couple fingers short of the base.

Knowing this was as new for Derek as it was for Stiles might have made Stiles try to go slower, but he keeps wiggling under his alpha's touch, whining softly in the back of this throat.

When Derek actually licks at him he nearly startles, letting out a loud moan and is then grateful no one is around to hear it.

"Shit fuck," he curses, knowing he probably won't last very long but enjoying the wet heat of Derek's mouth. At least his near hair trigger will be offset by the recovery time.

He pulls back, slowly setting on a rhythm that gradually builds, watching Stiles as he does so and this really isn't as difficult as he thought it would be. Stiles tastes like him, or at least not too differently from himself. Salty, a little bitter, but it's not nothing Derek can't handle. Its a much better taste than a lot of things he had tried in his wolfy childhood and one he really wouldn't mind trying again and again.

He hums around Stiles' as he takes him deep into his mouth before pulling back again, not expecting the teen to hold on much longer and kind of hoping he won't, even with as much as he's enjoying this.

Derek's pretty sure this will lead into another very serious discussion with himself later but for now, this is fantastic.

Stiles doesn't last long at all, a few passes of Derek's tongue later he's coming, hard and fast and barely able to babble out a warning.

His whole body tenses, and then goes lax once he's done, hands clenching and unclenching as he gives a soft moan.

"Fuuuck," he says eloquently.

He does his best to swallow and drink everything Stiles spills out, lapping at the tip as it slows until no more appears to be coming out.

Derek could definitely see himself getting addicted to doing this and to Stiles.

Stiles writhes a little until Derek lets him go, and then he's sitting up so that he can tug on the Alpha's hair until he lets the beta kiss him again, teeth scraping against his lips. Stiles also gives a muffled moan of approval at tasting himself in Derek's mouth.

He moves into the kiss, lapping against Stiles' lips and inside his mouth as his arms find his way around him to hold him in a content manner.

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