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Stiles looked down the tree to make sure the boar was still there. It squealed angrily, tufting at the grass and rubbing its sharp tusk against the bark. His spear lay snapped in half about a yard away.
“Well shit.” He sighed. He wasn’t getting out of here anytime soon, and it was almost dusk. Allison’s father, the chief, probably wouldn’t send a search party out for him until morning. They had a deal with the Hale tribe that they wouldn’t encroach on their land after dark. Guess where the tree Stiles had been chased up was?
The boars little piggy family rustled out of the bushes, laying down right under where Stiles was sitting.
He wasn’t going anywhere for a while.
***
Stiles snorted awake, chin hitting the bark painfully as he slowly started to slide off the tree limb. Grappling desperately at anything to stop his descent, he broke a few branches that dropped heavily onto the sleeping bodies under him.
“Fu-uck!”
He grasped with his thighs as tightly as he could, catching himself quick enough he didn’t fall off. He did end up upside down though.
The boar snorted in his face, getting nasty snot in his mouth. Stiles gagged.
“Oh no.” Stiles barely dodged the charging animal in time. Bending cramped abdomen muscles until he hung from the tree like a sloth.
“Nice piggy. You don’t want hurt uncle Stiles do you?” He asked the beast. Maybe he could reason with it?
The pig roared in anger, slamming into the tree trunk hard enough Stiles almost shook loose.
“Bad piggy! Go back to sleep.” Stile scolded, trying to tuck his loin cloth between his legs, if anybody walked by they would get a good look at the family jewels. “Go to sleep…go to sleep… go to sleep little pig-erk!”
There were more boars, all slamming into the tree like they wanted to knock Stiles down. They obviously didn’t appreciate his singing. The tree shook dangerously, roots tearing up from the ground and leaning precariously. It wouldn’t take but a few more hits before Stiles’ back brushed the ground.
“I don’t want to die a virgin!” Stiles cried out, his eyes watering at the thought. He hadn’t even had a chance to have his handfasting ceremony. Poor Lydia back home in her hut, would be wondering what happened to him-her long lost love. He hopes she put on a brave face when they tell her the news of his heroic death.
The pigs stopped, sniffing the air cautiously.
The woods were eerily silent. The moon almost full enough to give Stiles a clear enough vision of the woods around him, but he sees nothing except him and his eminent death.
A wolf howls close by.
“Uh-oh.” Stiles shivers at the sound. Chief Argent always warns that wolves didn’t attack people who stayed in the village at night. His dear friend Scott, taken away years ago by a beast, one night while walking alone was a good example. The thought still makes him angry and sad in turns.
The pigs squealed, rushing their family into the brush and away from the howl.
Stile hung there in a moment of indecision, unsure if he should drop down and run or climb back up and hope for the best.
That moment was all it took.
“Hey!”
“AGH!” Stiles flailed, shocked so much he jolted, letting go of the branch and falling.
Right into thick muscled arms. “Oof.”
Stiles blinked up at his savior. The moon shining into the man’s eyes that they turned bright blue. His chiseled features were razor-sharp in the light, making the shadow of his dark hair and brows almost blend in with the darkness of the forest behind him.
“Uhh…hello?” Stiles figured it was good manners to greet the guy who save you.
The older teen grunted, rocking back on his feet while he held the smaller teen in his arms. “What do you think you are doing?” His voice was deep, jagged like the fangs of a saber-tooth.
“Uh, trying not to die?” Stiles answered, squirming against the guy’s chest. The man was built like the finest of hunters. He must be a Hale tribesman.
The other guy frowned. “No. On our land.”
That was harder to explain. Stiles had originally planned to get the marriage flower to woo Lydia, then thought better half way through and thought about catching a fish instead, and then he’d seen a piglet and thought how Lydia might like an animal to start a farm, and daddy pig hadn’t liked that idea very much.
“Just hanging out.” Stiles shrugged, or tried to, the guy held him really tight against his naked chest.
“Derek I foun--” Scott, or what looked like an older version of the dead boy, walked out of the brush behind them.
The older teen grunted, dropping Stiles to the ground. Stiles landed on his ass, crying out in pain.
“Stiles?”
Stiles blinked back tears of pain. He glanced up at his dead best friend’s doppelganger. Gapping at how much this other boy looked like his old friend.
“You know him?” The older teen asked.
“Derek this is Stiles, the guy I told you about.”
“He’s on our land. At night,” Derek emphasized.
Scott - because Stiles was coming to the realization that it had to be, there were too many similarities- shuffled forward, bending his neck towards the older teen. “Please, he didn’t mean any harm.”
Stiles blinked up at the two teens. Maybe he had fallen asleep and was still dreaming?
“I caught him, so I get to keep him.” Derek snorted, looking up towards the moon.
Scott backed up, eyes flashing yellow. “But--”
“It’s either me or Peter.”
Scott went completely still. His yellow eyes looking back and forth between Stiles and Derek before settling on Stiles. He tried to give a reassuring smile and ended up flashing a sharp pair of fangs.
“I understand.” Scott bowed to Derek. “I only ask that you allow me to explain things to him first. A familiar face might help.”
Derek nudged Stiles with a bare knee, his leopard-skin loincloth obscenely short for a man that fit. Stiles almost got a peek up it unexpectedly.
“Fine. Have him delivered to my hut in an hour.” With that the older teen turned and headed into the bushes, leaving Stiles and Scott alone in the clearing.
Stiles gaped.
“You idiot!” Scott yelled, throwing himself into Stiles arms for the long awaited hug.
***
After getting over the whole ‘I thought you were dead!’ thing, Stiles was immensely glad to see his friend. There was so much to talk about, and Stiles missed him so much. It was a miracle. His mom would be so happy to know he was alive this whole time. Stiles tried to catch him up all village affairs but Scott kept going back to Derek.
“Who cared about Derek, tell me where you’ve been!” Stiles threw his hands in the air.
Scott growled. “You need to listen to me. Of all the nights to be out, you choose one of the nights before the full moon. Do you know what that means in the Hale tribe?”
Stiles scowled. “Not really.”
“Exactly, so listen up. Rules are that if someone from the Argent tribe is caught on Hale land after dark, they are subject to our laws. On the 3 days leading up to the full moon, there’s like a hunt.”
“Okay?” Stiles already knew about the night laws and such. Everyone did.
Scott grabbed his arm and led him to the water. “We hunt for food, hunt for treasure, hunt for mates. Whatever you catch you keep. Or give to the alpha as tribute.”
Stiles had a horrible vision of being roasted over a spit. “Why?”
“Uh…” Scott looked nervous. “I guess it won’t matter since you’ll be tribe now, but we’re not exactly human.”
“Huh?” He felt stupid asking all the one word questions.
Scott’s eyes flashed yellow, his teeth elongated into fangs, he got furrier. Stiles stumbled back, tripping into the lake.
He came up sputtering. “The hell are you Scott?”
Shrugging, Scott helped him out of the water. “Werewolf. Got bit by the alpha a few years back on the night of the full moon. Chief Argent knew, I thought he would have told everyone that I was Hale tribe now?”
“We thought you were dead!” Stiles stared at his friend’s hand, where sharp claws were at instead of normal fingernails. “That is so cool. Does that mean I’m going to be a werewolf now?”
Oddly he was kind of excited at the prospect.
Scott blushed so red Stiles could see it in the dark. “Not exactly.”
Stiles narrowed his eyes.
“See, you were caught before the full moon. So your tribute to Derek. He gets to do what he likes with you until the night of the full moon.”
His jaw dropped. Stiles was sure he was about to fall into the lake again. “Whatever he likes?” His voice cracked. He knew what most men threatened to do with him if given the chance. Threats of bodily harm were the most common. Some of the older, meaner hunters talked of stuffing his mouth with other things. If it wasn’t for the fact that Stiles was just barely over the age of manhood and the fact that his father was the Chief’s head enforcer, there was no doubt that someone would have harmed him by now. There were threats daily.
“It might not be so bad.” Scott tried to reassure him, putting an arm around Stiles waist and helping him back towards the Hale village. “Derek’s a nice guy. In fact the packs not so bad, better than the old village.”
“Your mom still lives there. Alone.” Stiles said angrily in defense of his home. He had lived there as long as he could remember. His mom had died there, Lydia lived there, everything he knew was there.
Scott bowed his head. “I know. I’ve asked Chief Argent if I could visit, but he threatened if I ever came onto their land they’d hunt me like a beast. Some of the others can visit, but the werewolves can’t.”
“So not everyone’s a werewolf?”
“Of course not.”
“Huh.” Stiles absorbed all the new information. No one ever talked about the Hale tribe, it was like taboo. But there was rumors, legends of their greats hunts that went on every full moon night.
Which sort of made sense now that he knew the truth.
“So, I serve this Derek guy for a few days and then what?” Stiles asked. At least Derek was good looking. Some of the other guys, like Danny, talked about sex between males and it didn’t sound so bad. Nothing like how the old hunters threatened anyways. Maybe Derek just wanted someone around to clean up his hut for a few days and cook him a good meal. Stiles could do that, he was an excellent cook.
Scott stopped at the edge of a wall of trees. “You can stay with me. Whatever happens, don’t let him bite you.”
“What happens if he bites me?”
Scott gave him a look, “You don’t want to know.” He said solemnly, pushing Stiles forward and into the camp.
***
Stiles tried to sit calmly on the floor and didn’t move, but the hut was so interesting! So many things and tools and weird symbols all over the place, pulling his attention away from the figure in the corner watching him. There was a collection of spears and knives covered with some animal skins. A nice large, blue bowl sat in one corner with some herbs in a few brown pots. A pile of hay and feathers, with more animal furs as a make shift bed next to Stiles. Even what looked like a scroll peaking out of a basket. Stiles loved learning new things, and the Hale village was a plethora of new information. But Scott had ordered him to do this, said it was important that he didn’t do anything but what Derek told him to.
He twitched, his foot jerking and making his whole body jolt.
Derek narrowed his eyes.
“So…”
“Don’t speak.” Derek ordered.
Stiles made a zipping motion with his hands.
Derek narrowed his eyes. “Do you know what is going on?” Derek walked a circle around Stiles, examining him, fingers lightly touching patches of skin. Stiles shivered when the fingers brushed the back of his neck.
“Well Scot--” Stiles said, but Derek yanked him back by his hair, pulled into a pony tail at the base of his neck, exposing his vulnerable throat to Derek’s sharp teeth. It didn’t hurt but it was startling.
“I didn’t say talk.”
Stiles gulped loudly. Scott considered this guy nice? He’d hate to see his definition of not-nice.
“Now,” Derek leaned over him, hot breath against Stiles’ ear. “You’re going to nod for yes, and shake your head for no. Is that too hard to understand?”
Stiles briefly entertained shaking his head just to fuck with the guy, but those were some sharp teeth. He nodded instead.
“Good.” Derek released his hair, running his fingers through long brown locks, pulling the blue trinket feather out and tossing it away. “You won’t need that anymore.”
Stiles jerked towards it but Derek held him still. He watched the feather float towards the door before settling on the dirt floor. He had earned that feather, worked hard to be considered a hunter. If Hunter Finstock had his way Stiles would be gathering fruits and herbs with the women folk for the rest of his life.
“I heard you in the forest you know.” Derek’s wet lips brushed against Stiles neck. “You’re a virgin. Do you know what we do to virgins who come into our woods?”
He shook his head, flushed with sweat, he started to feel warm.
Derek purred. “We fuck them until they aren’t.”
Stiles smothered a laugh. His hand flew up to cover his mouth, looking out of his peripheral vision to see what the other man was going to do. Could he put it off as nervous laughter? The older teen behind him went still. It was then that Stiles noticed how close he was, chest against Stiles’ back, his knees rubbing against Stiles’ hips. How had he not noticed that?
“What?” Derek growled out. “What are you laughing at?”
Stiles shrugged.
Groaning, Derek leaned back, away from the smaller teen. “You can talk.”
Letting out an exaggerated breath, Stiles slumped. “Thank you.” Because good manners might get him better treatment.
Derek nudged his thigh with a foot. “Talk. Why are you laughing?”
“Seriously?” Stiles thought it was obvious. “’You’re a virgin so I’m going to fuck you’, that’s the worst you can come up with? Might as well say ‘you can cook, make me dinner’. You’re not very threatening.”
Derek stood, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I threaten to rape you and you laugh?”
“Ohhh, that’s what you were going for? Sorry to beak it to you but I think you came up a bit short there.” Stiles shrugged. “I mean if you were threatening something like a naked public display, I might be cowed. Really, the ambiance in here kind of makes me think you’re going to woo me instead.”
“What.” Derek deadpanned.
“I mean, the fire, the moon, the soft fur bed. I see a scroll over there for some light post coital reading. You’re just missing some nice fruits and we’d be set.” Stiles pointed towards the scroll in question. He wanted to get his greedy little hands on that if it was the last thing he did. He was one of the few people in the tribe who could read. “Seriously, you’re kind of hot, so having sex with you isn’t really a threat.”
“But you’re a virgin.” Derek blinked at him in confusion.
“So?” Really Stiles didn’t get what the big deal was. Just because he hadn’t had sex doesn’t mean he didn’t want to. In fact getting rid of it would be a relief. Maybe Derek could teach him some moves he could try on Lydia (if she ever let him).
Derek sputtered. It was kind of funny seeing a big, strong guy like him bowled over by something Stiles said. “You mean you want to have sex with me?”
Stiles narrowed his eyes in suspicion. “Are you bad at it or something?”
Derek’s jaw dropped. “N-no! What gave you the idea?” He asked in hysterics.
“Hey you were the one insinuating something.” Stiles laughed at his own pun. Derek just stared at him like he didn’t believe him. Finally after the awkward staring moment, Derek sighed loudly.
“I have a feeling I’m going to regret not giving you away when I had the chance.” Derek kneeled in front of Stiles, knee to knee, and took his chin in hand. “You’re not bad looking, you got nice lips.” Derek complimented him, turning Stiles’ head this way and that. Stiles just smirked at him, which made Derek scowl. “A little on the scrawny side, but you will do.”
“Thanks,” Stiles said sarcastically. Just the kind of praise he was looking for. The guy might as well as come out and say he’s better than a farm animal in a pinch.
Moving forward, Derek tilted Stiles’ chin up, sniffing at his neck again. “You smell nice.”
Stiles hummed, the awkward angle forcing him to lean forward and up, so he had to balance by putting his hands on Derek’s thigh. They were very nice thighs.
Derek licked him. “Taste good too.” Stiles shivered. The cool air against his wet skin gave him goose bumps. If the guy was trying to scare Stiles, it wasn’t working.
“But, let’s see…” Derek’s teeth brushed against his neck and clamped down lightly on the fragile skin there, not piercing the skin but a warning. Stiles whimpered, going lax and leaning into Derek more. He remembered Scott’s warning about biting, but he was helpless to stop Derek if that’s what he really wanted to do. Nipping gently at Stiles’ chin, Derek pulled back. “Perfect. You roll over quite easily.”
Stiles panted heavily, looking down so he wouldn’t have to see the expression on Derek’s face. Instead he had to look at his tented loincloth. His face felt hot with heat, dizzy from a rush of blood. This was the heaviest seduction he’d ever encountered in, ever.
To busy freaking out about the hard-on, Stiles didn’t pay attention to Derek until the guy pinched his nipple.
“Ahh,” Stiles cried out, back bowing in surprise.
Derek chuckled deeply, rolling the bud between his finger and thumb. “You’re sensitive too.”
“Stop teasing,” Stiles begged. He had never known that there was a direct line between his nipples and crotch before. Every twist made his cock jump, twitching in the thin confines of his loincloth. The desire to rut against Derek was almost all consuming.
Derek pulled him into his lap, until Stiles was straddling his thighs. The one hand continued playing with his nipple while the other settled at the base of Stiles’ spine, fingertips just brushing the edge of his rump. The older man purred deeply in the back of his throat when Stiles put his arms around his neck.
“We’ll get there eventually.” Derek shift Stiles closer, his own cock brushing against the underside of Stiles’ leg. “I’ve never despoiled a virgin before, I’d rather take my time of it.”
Stiles ran his fingers through Derek’s hair and down his back, feeling the grooves of strong muscles and slick skin. There was no one in his village that looked like Derek. Hard, lean muscles with a face that would have Lydia lifting her skirt in seconds. Stiles was slightly amazed at the overall perfection of Derek. He pressed forward so his covered cock was against Derek’s stomach, trapped between their rocking bodies.
“You’re lucky I’m a virgin, this way I don’t know if you’re bad or not.” Stiles sighed, spreading his legs more so he could get closer to the warm body under him. Rolling his hips forward so he got the friction he needed.
Derek grunted, sucking on the skin from Stiles’ collarbone to the tip on his chin. “Anyone ever tell you that you talk too much.”
Stiles gave Derek’s skin a tentative lick, laving lightly at the place where Derek’s ear met jaw. He had kissed a few people before, Lydia, Allison, even Scott when they were younger, but never anywhere near the situation he was in with Derek. Those had been kisses of friendship, this was nowhere near friendly.
Derek nipped at his bottom lip with sharp canines. Stiles licked his lips, tongue brushing against Derek’s. He gasped. “You so better not be bad at this or I’m going to be so disappointed.”
Derek snorted, “Tell me in the morning, I love to be critiqued.” Stiles smiled, pulling Derek forward by the roots of his hair and pressing his lips to Derek’s. The older teen’s hands dropped to Stiles’ hips, gripping tight and rocking up. Stiles moaned, licking into Derek’s mouth in retaliation. Derek tasted like honey and milk, sweet for a rumored carnivore.
“Please,” Stiles moaned, rocking back into Derek’s hand. He could feel the press of Derek’s cock against his thighs, hard and insistent. “We need to be naked.” Derek agreed, or seemed to, standing swiftly with Stiles still in his arms and depositing them on the fur bed. Rolling until Stiles was under him and kissing lightly at his lips.
“Not what I was asking for, but appreciated.” Stiles stated, wiggling enough he could unravel his loincloth. Derek smirked down at him from above, licking his lips and humming his approval.
Once he was naked, Stiles gave Derek an expected look. He had no problem being naked in front of people, being aroused was kind of awkward, but nothing he wouldn’t get over. Derek was too busy staring, looking his fill to pick up on Stiles’ anxious attention. So Stiles took things in hand so to speak, running his hands down Derek’s side until he got to the knot of Derek’s loincloth, finding the tie and quickly unraveling it.
Derek moved his hips around so Stiles could get the leopard skin off, until Derek’s cock sprung free and there was nothing obstructing any skin to skin contact. Except Derek. Who refused to stop hovering over Stiles like he wasn’t sure what to do anymore. It made Stiles suspicious that he wasn’t the only virgin here.
“Come on.” Stiles whined, grabbing the fleshy globes of Derek’s ass and pulling forward. Derek flopped onto him, knocking the air right out of him. While Stiles caught his breath, Derek situated himself between Stiles’ leg, pulling the smaller teens legs up and around his hips and slowly rocking.
“Ohh,” Stiles sighed in pleasure. The slide of Derek’s dick against his made his toes curl, he clung to Derek tighter. Moaning into Derek’s neck, and biting at his shoulder. “That feels good.”
Laughing breathlessly, Derek pulled Stiles into a kiss. Open mouth and sloppy with spit, it was the single most disgusting and exotically hot kiss he’d ever experienced before. Grabbing Derek’s long black hair and pulling him deeper, Stiles didn’t think he’d ever get enough.
Derek pulled back and Stiles tried to follow, but Derek was already sucking on his nipple. Giving his attention to the slightly bruised skin from where Derek had played with it earlier. “Oh!” Stiles squeaked, cupping the back of Derek’s head so he could hold him there. He was so wonderfully sensitive, it was a shame he’d never done this before.
Then Derek cupped him, hand going around Stiles cock so he could stroke. Stiles arched up into the warm hand, fist flying to his mouth so he could muffle his cry.
“Speak. I want to hear you,” Derek rasped, nosing the junction of Stiles’ shoulder and armpit, sending shivers down Stiles’ back at the ticklish sensation.
“I can’t,” Stiles mumbled, trying to control his hips from thrusting forward. Derek’s hand was so perfect, it had to of been made to go around Stiles’ cock. It was like he knew instinctively what he liked, how tight to make it, what rhythm to go to keep him right on the edge. “I’ll s-say something dumb.”
Derek chuckled. “Hasn’t stopped you before.” He pinched the other neglected nipple.
Stiles cried out, “Too soon!” He could feel himself cresting, rocking towards that bright nirvana. “O-Oh, Derek!” Derek milked him through the orgasm, kissing and nipping at Stiles’ lips as he came all over his hand. Breathing deeply into each other’s mouth as Stiles rode his orgasm out. Stiles’ once tense body relaxed into the soft furs, going slack as the warm body over him turned him on his side.
“It’s not over.” Derek growled against in skin. Sticky hands everywhere as he moved Stiles onto his stomach.
Stiles hummed, completely okay with the world. He hadn’t cum that hard in a long time.
Suddenly there were slick fingers against his anus. Grunting, Stiles looked over his shoulder at the older teen. “W-what are you doing?” Derek’s eyes were bright blue.
“Getting you ready, I don’t want to hurt you.” Derek’s voice was rough, clipped, and still on the edge. His penis was flushed dark red, hard as bone, and huge. Stiles couldn’t help but compare it with his own. If he wasn’t still riding his orgasm he might have felt inadequate. As it was he could only admire it, wondering when Derek would let him handle it.
Stiles grunted when one finger slipped inside, his own cum smoothing the penetration. He fisted his hands in the fur, wiggling his hips and trying to get use to the sensation. It was weird, uncomfortable but not horrible. Danny talked about it being amazing though, so he was a bit disappointed.
Derek wiggled his finger around inside him like he was looking for something. Pressing against the inside of him with determination. Suddenly it was like Stiles was being shocked by lightning. Crying out, he bowed his back, thrusting back onto Derek’s finger.
“Shh…you don’t want everyone to hear do you?”
“Shut up and do that again!”
Chuckling, Derek pulled the finger out, ignoring Stiles’ pitiful whimpers. Thankfully the finger was back, and he’d brought a friend along with him. Stiles hissed trough his teeth as two thick fingers breached him. Clenching down tightly and making Derek moan.
Derek stretched him, scissoring his fingers and pressing against that spot inside him that had Stiles crying out loudly. Before long he had three fingers in him, rocking back into it and spreading his legs wider. The werewolf was panting heavily against the back of his neck, kissing and biting down Stiles’ spine.
Pulling his fingers out, Derek lifted Stiles’ hips up, the blunt head of his cock pressing gently against his anus. “This will hurt, but it will get better.” Stiles nodded, so far gone by now. He felt empty where Derek’s fingers had been and he was already hard again. Pre-cum smearing his stomach and the furs.
Pushing in slowly, Derek’s cock breached him. Stiles cried out in pain at the size of him. Three fingers were not near enough for how large Derek was. Whimpering into the furs, Stiles hid his tears. Derek just continued rocking forward, clawed hands holding Stiles still as he pressed deeper in until his hips were flushed against Stiles’ backside. Only then did he notice Stiles.
“Hey, shhh, it’s okay.” Derek whispered in his ear, running a hand through Stiles’ hair and down his back. Almost petting him.
“T-that hurt.” Stiles whimpered.
“I know, I’m sorry.” Amazingly Derek did sound sorry. “I’ll give you time to adjust.”
It felt like someone had shoved a spear up his rear. Large and obstructing, Stiles wondered why people regularly wanted to do this? It had been nice earlier, really nice, but this was too much.
Derek panted loudly against his back, but remained still. Frozen in place over Stiles as his body adjusted to being impaled by the larger cock. After a while the pain faded to a dull throbbing, Stiles’ body clenching down on the meaty flesh.
“Stop that.” Derek scolded, his hands tightening on Stiles’ hip. “Unless you’re ready I suggest you don’t try that again.”
No longer in pain, Stiles pushed back against the hard body over him. The feel of Derek’s cock in him was peculiar, the stretch his body made to accommodate him burned just this side of pleasurable. The heat from the larger body against his back was soothing. He gasped when Derek pressed against that spot inside him that made him see stars.
Growling, Derek snarled into his back. “I’m not waiting any longer.” Pulling back some, Stiles whimpered as Derek’s cock left him, empty and bereft. While not totally pleasurable with Derek’s cock in him, the feeling of being alone in his own body once again was almost agonizing. How could people stand to be empty when they’d have someone in them once, he would never know.
“Nooo-oh!” Derek pushed back in as Stiles’ whine turned into a moan. Chuckling darkly as Stiles writhed on the bed, clucking and moaning into the fur. The slide in pressed Derek against that spot again, making Stiles own dick twitch in sympathy.
Derek started up a rhythm of pulling gently out, that had Stiles mewling in despair, and pushing demandingly back in, which had Stiles moaning in pleasure. Hips slapping forward hard enough that Stiles spread his legs farther out so Derek could get deeper. The pounding he was taking pushing him forward on his knees until eventually his arms gave out. Stiles flushed, embarrassed that he was bent over with his ass in the air for Derek, who growled happily and only gripped Stiles’ hip harder. Using the position to pull Stiles back by the hip onto his cock.
With his hands no longer busy trying to keep his upper body up, Stiles snuck it under him so he could palm at his own cock. The dual sensation of rocking back onto Derek’s cock and rolling his hips forward into his hand had him moaning even louder.
Derek used his own knees to spread Stiles even more. One hand leaving Stiles’ hip so he could press his thumb alongside the place he had Stiles stretched around him. The press against sensitive flesh had Stiles squeaking, bowing his back as to get away from the intrusion.
“Maybe…next time,” Derek murmured, removing the finger and running his hand up Stiles’ back and around his chest before stopping at his nipples. Pinching and twisting the perky flesh there. Never once leaving off his punishing thrusts, he was bent over Stiles until he was close enough to nip at the junction between neck and shoulder. Teeth biting down gently as his thrusting sped up.
Stiles was so lost in the numb sensation of being taken like this. Derek’s cock opening him up and pressing deep, while his own cock dribbled pre-cum all over his hand. His balls drew up tight as he felt his second orgasm draw nearer. He was crying out now as every jab of Derek’s cock hit that spot inside him, so perfect, so pleasurable he never wanted to do anything else but stay right here, speared on the werewolf’s cock for all eternity. Rutting back and rolling his hips until it felt like Derek wasn’t even leaving his body, just pressing forward even harder with each thrust.
His orgasm took him by surprise, crying into his fist as he came all over his hand, clenching down tightly on Derek’s cock that was still pushing into him. It was like being swallowed up in a whirlpool, drowning in bliss as his ears rang, he could hear nothing but his own heartbeat as he trembled through it. He thought he was going to pass out. Derek growled in his ear, pressing deeper a couple of more times as Stiles clenched around him before he too reached his end. The feel of Derek coming inside him made Stiles squirm, too much for his aching body to take anymore enjoyment.
Derek gave a few last tedious thrusts as he continued to cum before settling as deep in Stiles’ body as he could. The sense of cum leaking out around Derek’s cock and down Stiles’ balls made him whimper. If his body didn’t refuse to move Stiles would reach back as clean it, but as it was he was too fucked out to even move a pinky finger, so he’d have to lounge in their filth for a few more minutes until his blood started circulating normally. He suddenly understood why people did this on a daily basis. It was wonderful!
Grunting against Stiles skin, Derek pulled his soft cock out of Stiles. The movement made Stiles whine, it wasn’t a pleasurable sensation, and it only made more of the cum inside him leak out. Derek’s fingers pressed in, fingering the edge of Stiles’ anus and pressing against the inside of him.
“Wh-what are you doing?” Stiles murmured, rubbing his cheek against the soft fur. His leg twitched when Derek pressed deeper.
“Making sure there is no damage.”
“The damage is up here.” Stiles pointed to his head. “I think you knocked something loose.”
Derek smiled, and for the first time tonight Stiles believed it was genuine. His fingers pulling out of Stiles’ loose opening when he couldn’t find anything. His hands started to massage the sore muscles of Stiles’ ass and back, working his way up. Stiles purred in delight, wiggling down into the soft bed as Derek pressed his chest to his back. Hands working some kind of werewolf magic on Stiles aching limbs.
“Are you falling asleep?” Derek asked quietly, kissing gently at anyplace on Stiles he could reach.
“Hmm.” Stiles eyelids felt heavy. He was warm, pleasurably exhausted, and probably safe for the night. There was no reason that came to mind why he shouldn’t sleep. If Derek thought for one second he could do unspeakably wonderful things to him and then kick him out to sleep on the floor outside he had another thing coming. Stiles would cling to him like a limpet until he finally saw the fruitlessness of that endeavor.
Derek sighed, but didn’t try to move Stiles. Only pulling the dirty fur out from under him, and placing more furs over them both. Cuddling up to Stiles’ back and placing a timid arm around the smaller teen’s stomach. Stiles smiled, placing a hand over Derek’s as he drifted off.
Not a bad night all around, he thought before sleep took him.
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