benchwarming | [ open au ] moon baby

"For..." He looked away, "Taking this away from you."

Stiles stills and then huffs, moving his hands so he can grasp Derek's face and turn it back towards him.

"Derek, you're not taking anything. If I didn't want this, I wouldn't be here," he said seriously, looking straight at the alpha. "We're sharing this."

Derek stares, stilled by Stiles actions and words before pushing forward to kiss him again. He's not sure if there's anything he could say in response to that, or even if he wants to. It fills him with all these conflicting emotions but it doesn't stop it from feeling any less wonderful when he's with Stiles' like this.

Stiles gives a muffled noise when Derek moves forward to kiss him, sliding his hands over the back of the alpha, his mate. He pushes down against Derek's fingers, body still tight and hot and wanting.

He pulls back to speak, a little breathless for Derek and because of the way his hips shift down against his hand. "I want this. I want you, Derek."

He twists the fingers slowly inside Stiles, stretching him open bit by bit, almost finding it hard to comprehend that Stiles still wanted with. Wanted him.

"I want you," He murmurs back, pushing in deeper before pulling back, "I want you so much."

He could feel a part of him whining to keep this, to keep Stiles and his mate. The other part of him was warning, Don't fuck this up. Both parts were equally intimidating.

Stiles gives a soft panting whine, body arching slightly as Derek touches him, and he rocks down into the fingers after a moment.

His fingers slide to bury in Derek's hair, his cheeks flushing for a different reason, pleased.

"I probably find that as strange as me wanting you," he says, but smiles. "I know both are true. You're not lying to me."

He pushes in deeper before pulling his fingers out of Stiles completely, moving to press him into another kiss.

"I know. I know you weren't lying either," And there's a small but visible smile there when he pulls away.

Stiles whines softly at Derek when he pulls his fingers out, tugging on his hair as the alpha kisses him.

"Duh. Super werewolf hearing and all," he mumbles when Derek pulls away, a small smile on his face still.

He growls, but it's a content noise as he lines himself up to push in, "And the heightened sense of smell."

"I'm still getting used to that one," Stiles says, letting out a small noise when Derek presses against him. "For instance - arousal is definitely something I'm learning right now -"

"Mm," he moves in slowly, giving Stiles ample time to adjust, "And how is it?"

Stiles still keens softly, having to think for a moment before he can respond. "It's good," he pants out softly. "Definitely good, sorta smells like candy if I'm honest."

Derek gives a nod, seeing how Stiles could relate the two, "There is a sort of -- sweetness to it."

He pushes in deeper until he's filling Stiles up as much as he can manage.

"Sweet's one way to put it," Stiles said, only all his breath was stolen as Derek pressed right up against him and he whimpered a little. He was stretched, tight and it hurt a little but even that eased to a dull throb as he clung to Derek. He felt full, and Derek was inside him, oh god.

"Oh my god," He said out loud, flushing red a little.

"Is it okay?" He knew Stiles wasn't human now, he knew he could take it but it didn't stop him from asking and from making sure. He wanted this to be okay, he wanted Stiles to be okay with this and maybe even more than that.

This was his first time, he wanted to make sure it felt good in everywhere. He wanted to make sure Stiles wouldn't suddenly regret it. He felt so tight and warm around him though that the words were almost chocked out, his cheeks flushed, finding the sensation to be so different than those times with Kate.

"Its awesome!" Stiles said emphatically when he could find the breath too, shifting his hips down a little and then hissing. "Just - don't move yet, christ, you're big, and don't smile about that. Lemme get used to you."

He didn't actually know if Derek was smiling, but he didn't want all the praise to go to his head. He still pulled on Derek's shoulders with his arms, asking for a kiss wordlessly and tilting his head back.

He may have sort of smirked at the back handed compliment but did his best to hide it. Hiding it in a kiss would be easier so as soon as the invitation was there, Derek was moving with the force that was Stiles. He brushed his lips over the teen's slow and soft at first, then pressed a little harder with a little more conviction and love and gratitude. A sort of thank you if Derek was feeling particularly honest with himself.

His hands wrapped around Stiles' back, bringing him closer which may have inevitably made him slide out just a little bit.

Stiles moans softly into the kiss, legs flexing to move tighter around Derek. The inevitable shift and slip make him whine, clenching down around Derek.

"I think - yeah," he says after a moment, trying to shift his hips down. "We're good." He bites Derek's lower lip in encouragement.

"Okay," he breathes out and nips back in response, "...Okay."

He shifts, moving out as much as Stiles will allow then slowly pushing back in. He's warm, Stiles is warm and feels so right. He slots his mouth against Stiles' again, his mate, and starts building a rhythm with his hips.

Stiles gives a low whine as Derek moves out and then pushes back in. He's still not really used to the sensation, but it's not bad. It's a little like having a lot of pressure and even that feels good.

His fingers dig into Derek's back, his eyes glowing faintly golden as he writhes his hips back down against Derek's.

He wants to ask, he wants to make sure that Stiles feels good but can't find the words to ask, because Stiles feels to good around him. Derek feels so good to be surrounded by his heat and the friction that comes with it, and wonders for a moment if maybe he should have let Stiles go first.

Derek had spent majority of his life as a beta, a part of him enjoyed that role and position but this... This was good too and hie rocked his hips up into him as Stiles writhed down. His hand spread over Stiles skin, from his chest down his abdomen until his fingers curled around Stiles' dick and gave it a quick tug.

Stiles might want to try this with Derek, one day. For now he just groans loudly, legs tightening around Derek's waist, body arching into his touch. When Derek wraps a hand around his erection he gives a soft cry, eyes sliding shut and baring his throat as he digs his nails into the alpha's sides.

It's an encouraging sound, the cry Stiles gives, and so he aims to have the rhythm he's slowly setting in match in both places. He tries to give him all that he can manage to, wanting Stiles to feel as good as Stiles is making him feel, growing a little more greedy with each passing second.

Stiles cries out again softly, and then says Derek's name, clinging to Derek as he fucks him and touches him. His nails rake down Derek's back and then, a moment later, briefly change to claws as Stiles' back arches and he comes with a loud moan.

The claws bring Derek close to the edge, pumping Stiles through his orgasm as his hips kept rolling him in and out. The pressure was threatening and eventually it was too much, causing him to spill over and pant heavily.

He pressed kisses into Stiles skin, slowly coming back from it but still moving until the feeling had passed.

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