My pain is caused by my pleasure And my soul mate lives in your body I can't get you out of my head It never goes away
( an au where stiles is a werewolf. can be because he was bitten by peter hale instead of scott, or possibly after he was offered the bite. maybe he was always a werewolf. )
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.
"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.
He couldn't imagine watching his family slowly pass from this world. With Peter, there was a period of time when it was a question that rested on both his and Laura's mind, before he eventually stabilized though they thought he would never recover from his vegetable like state. He couldn't imagine how painful that might be.
Stiles nods after a moment, not able to say anything to explain it - explain the pain of watching his mom fade, even when he was hoping so much she'd recover, or how her smiles had been thinner and brittle.
Instead he just presses closer to Derek, giving a soft noise that sounds a lot like one of pain.
Derek just holds him tighter, more protectively in an attempt to offer him comfort and more. He'd like to give Stiles the strength to let go, but Derek knows that even after six years, he's still finding it difficult to let go of his own family so it's not his place to be there.
Support and comfort, that's a better place for him and one he feels more comfortable with. One that fills him feeling slightly more optimistic and hopeful of things to come.
He runs his hand over the short hair and breaths out, wanting to offer a simple 'it's okay' but he knows it's not, not entirely. "I've got you," and that's the truth, and right now he has no intention of letting go.
For Stiles, the honesty is appreciated - the simple truth that yes, Derek's got him, not that it's okay or that it will get better.
He exhales softly and squeezes his arms around his alpha tighter. "Thank you," he says after a moment, sound a little stronger and not feeling like he's going to shake.
He holds on, leaning into Stiles almost as if he were a crutch,, wondering for a moment how he ever got along without this closeness and comfort.
Stiles was good for him, in so many different ways and he couldn't believe he never realized any of that until now. All because he let fear get the best of hi. He gave Stiles an extra squeeze, breathing in his scent and keeping him like this for just awhile longer.
"It just feels like a really bad time to talk about - that," he says with a wry smile down at Derek, indicating their mutual nakedness and post orgasmic haze that had long faded.
"Oh please, I think I would have noticed," Stiles laughs a little, shifting so he can look up at Derek. "And I was looking. You didn't even deadpan around me."
"Hey!" Stiles protests indignantly, but rolls when Derek pushes him back onto the bed, exposing his front to the alpha with not a care in the world. "I'm totally awesome, like way better than the others."
He huffs out when Derek bites him, body arching up a little. "When you make sense, yeah."
i apologize for any horrible typos that may be including in my tags as i am presently drunk
"Play favorites with my dick," he snarks at Derek, but he rolls his hips up against him with a little groan. The groan turns into a short bit of laughter at Derek's response.
"You're definitely already doing that," Stiles agrees breathlessly, licking at his lips and then rubbing his hips up as he arched his body, feeling his erection start to return and enjoying the sensation of rubbing against Derek.
He gave a little bit of a groan, feeling himself already starting to leak pre-come as he grinds against Stiles, mind whirring with what action they should be taking next but failing to remember what they had talked about before the mutual blow-jobs thing.
He couldn't really figure out how to ask again either though so he just kissed Stiles again desperately and let his body keep on with this for awhile longer.
Stiles kept rocking his body up, but he remembered what he'd asked of Derek. After a moment, he pulls away from the kiss to find Derek's hand, pulling it up to his mouth and, finding his middle and index fingers, sucks at them after a moment with a roll of his hips.
It's a move he's seen in porn and he's sure it looks dumb but yeah, Derek opening him up is something he's thought about a lot.
Derek is pretty sure Stiles doesn't look dumb, at least not with his cheeks flushed in they manner the seem to be constantly, regardless of whether he's a werewolf or not. The teen's body against his own is also incredibly alluring and after a moment he clues into what it was Stiles wanted him to do as well.
"I have lube," he mumbles after a moment, though he honestly wouldn't mind taking Stiles like this either.
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"You don't have to if you don't want to."
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"I just - started doing it for her, at first. My mom," he says, feeling the words catch in his throat.
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He couldn't imagine watching his family slowly pass from this world. With Peter, there was a period of time when it was a question that rested on both his and Laura's mind, before he eventually stabilized though they thought he would never recover from his vegetable like state. He couldn't imagine how painful that might be.
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Instead he just presses closer to Derek, giving a soft noise that sounds a lot like one of pain.
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Support and comfort, that's a better place for him and one he feels more comfortable with. One that fills him feeling slightly more optimistic and hopeful of things to come.
He runs his hand over the short hair and breaths out, wanting to offer a simple 'it's okay' but he knows it's not, not entirely. "I've got you," and that's the truth, and right now he has no intention of letting go.
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He exhales softly and squeezes his arms around his alpha tighter. "Thank you," he says after a moment, sound a little stronger and not feeling like he's going to shake.
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Stiles was good for him, in so many different ways and he couldn't believe he never realized any of that until now. All because he let fear get the best of hi. He gave Stiles an extra squeeze, breathing in his scent and keeping him like this for just awhile longer.
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"Sorry about that," he apologized after a moment, shifting his legs to bracket Derek's.
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That was a joke, if the look on Derek's face was anything to go by.
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He's moving so he can push Stiles onto his back and crawl over him and nip back, "But at least you listen to me. ...More than Scott does anyways."
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He huffs out when Derek bites him, body arching up a little. "When you make sense, yeah."
i apologize for any horrible typos that may be including in my tags as i am presently drunk
It feels good, really good any he bites back a groan in the process, "But when you say stuff like that I'm tempted to exclude you from that list."
lol
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"I think I'm already doing that," he grunted, sliding against Stiles in an attempt to build more friction.
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He couldn't really figure out how to ask again either though so he just kissed Stiles again desperately and let his body keep on with this for awhile longer.
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It's a move he's seen in porn and he's sure it looks dumb but yeah, Derek opening him up is something he's thought about a lot.
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"I have lube," he mumbles after a moment, though he honestly wouldn't mind taking Stiles like this either.
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