benchwarming | [ open au ] moon baby

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.

Stiles ends up breaking the kiss to rub his face against Derek's, essentially, scenting him and nuzzling him while he wraps his arms around them.

"So that was a thing that happened," he mutters happily after a moment. He knows there's more but damn, that was a good start.

Derek gives a small nod and a slight hum as if to agree, "That was good."

There's a thrum in his veins that he's never felt before, not even with Kate and it feels amazing. So much so that he really wouldn't mind spending so much more time with Stiles like this.

"That was beyond good, that was amazing," Stiles said, like any teenaged boy who'd been allowed to come in his boyfriend's mouth for the first time would say.

Still, he's not just saying that, and he pushes closer to Derek, giving a contented noise. He knows he'll want to go again soon but he likes being close and naked like this.

There might be just a slight crinkle of a smile, poking its way into Derek's eyes and pulling at his lips as he kisses Stiles' shoulder. They fit together nicely, laying in the nude and Derek's sure he'll be ready for another round soon enough as his mind wanders back to how Stiles' mouth felt and how he tasted but for now just being like this is good too.

Better than good actually. A part of Derek whines for this and never wants to let go of this or Stiles, but knows he'll have to at some point, with or without the promise of it happening again.

Stiles knows no matter what they do today they'll have to seperate, him bound for home and work and daily things like school, and Derek working on the pack.

But he presses closer for now, enjoying how warm they both are and how comfortable that makes being nude together. He runs his hands over the alpha's head, through his hair and over his body. That it leaves Stiles' scent on him is secondary, he swears.

The fact that Stiles ran his hands through Derek's hair mean his scent is own Stiles almost equally as much and that pleases him, making him want to return the gesture in much the same way by moving in so his lips can brush over Stiles'. So his hands can run over the short and coarse hair on his head. So they can stay in this romantic dance that has them both lying still and breathing the same air.

"You're stunning."

Stiles blushes almost immediately, ducking his head down a little into Derek's hands.

"I feel like I should be saying that about you," he admits after a moment with a little grin, kissing Derek after a moment gently.

"Mm," not quite agreeing but not quire disagreeing either, he kisses Stiles back before pulling away, "You might look better with a little more hair though."

Not to mention he'd probably be able to smell Stiles better. He really didn't mind the buzz cut though, but it's be kind of fun to have something to grasp on occasion.

Stiles feels his smile fade a little. Truth be told, he cut his hair for his mom that first time - the subsequent times, because he just hadn't wanted to change it, to keep some part of her around.

But he chooses instead to murmur "I'll think about it," to Derek, pressing his face against his shoulder after a moment. His mother doesn't belong here, in this moment.

He didn't need to be a werewolf to sense the change his statement brought, though it certainly helped make him more aware of such things. He ran his hands over Stiles back in a soothing manner, resting his chin against the side of Stiles' head and breathing in.

"You don't have to if you don't want to."

"I know," Stiles says, a little quickly and then relaxes against Derek. "I do know. I just... I'll think about it," He repeats, closing his eyes and just focusing on the scent of Derek under his nose, surrounding him.

"I just - started doing it for her, at first. My mom," he says, feeling the words catch in his throat.

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