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A hand slides down Stiles’ side. “I warned you,” Derek voice is a thunder in Stiles’ ear, a loud, bright rumble shaking him from the inside. “I fucking- I fucking told you.” His hands are sliding over Stiles’ abdomen now, fingers splayed wide and fingertips digging into skin as Derek touches him, uses his full body weight to press Stiles against the wall, keep him pinned right where he wants.
Stiles’ eyes are huge when Derek’ hands find the waist of his jeans, and he tries to push himself off the wall, tries to turn around to face Derek- “I didn’t- He wasn’t doing anything,” he hisses. Because it’s true, because that’s how it is when you are in a team, you let your teammates touch you, pat your shoulder and poke you in random places, you let them tackle you to the ground and tickle you until you can’t breath anymore. You don’t fight it, you just go along with the easy companionship and have fun.
“Derek,” Stiles calls, trying to stop him, flattening his palms against the rough surface of the wall and push, but- “He was straddling you,” Derek spits, voice dark and sharp like glasses as he lets Stiles’ jeans and underwear drop on the floor, lets the cloth pool around his ankles as he presses his hard cock against the cleft of Stiles’ ass. “You were letting him dominate you,” it’s a snarl, coming from the deepest place inside Derek’s chest and it makes Stiles shiver. He almost can’t breathe and he feels so exposed, pressed against one of the exterior wall of the gym, half-naked and his dick is almost killing him. And Stiles knows that Derek is avoiding to touch it on purpose, fingers roaming everywhere as the head of his cock drenches Stiles’ skin with pre-come.
“Derek. Derek.” It’s a whine now, high and desperate, and Stiles’ legs are almost trembling, becausehe isn’t ready, it will burn, it will hurt- “I won’t fuck you, stop it,” Derek growls, low and steady as he angles his cock to sink between the heat of Stiles’ thighs, starts moving against him, just skin on skin, sweat and come mixing together.
“Yes,” Stiles says, starts murmuring a disjointed string of please and Derek and touch me, pushing himself up on his heels when Derek’s hand finally closes around him, starts pumping with the same broken, steady rhythm he is fucking Stiles’ thighs.
“Mine,” Derek growls when he comes, spilling all over Stiles’ legs, splotching the wall as he arches and his hold on Stiles’ cock tightens.
And Stiles nods, too breathless to speak as he shivers and feels his balls throbbing, come spurting from his dick and shooting on the wall, dirtying Derek’s hand as he comes and comes and comes, concentrating on the wet, warm feeling of the liquid trickling down his legs, how it’ll drench his clothes, will cling to his skin like the best of the marks-
Yours.