Within Your Grasp - Sterek, NC-17
Written fro this prompt .
Stiles is all spread out on the locker bench like some twink porn star, he's only in his bright green briefs and he's got his hands up above his head and his legs splayed and his back arched oh-so-pretty. Derek is caught between wanting to bite into the soft swell of his tummy and rutting against his face, he chooses the former.
Stiles gasps shuddery and quiet, his hands settle softly on Derek's head and grip his hair while he licks and nips at the pale soft skin on his boy's stomach. He leans up and turns Stiles so he's sitting on the bench, Derek elbows his way in between his legs and grips him tight on his bare hips.
"Tell me." Derek growls and Stiles licks his lips and tilts his chin up a little, "Say it."
"You know what I want." Stiles says and arches his back a little, his soft chest is inches from Derek's face, he leans forward and licks the freckle that's located over Stiles' sternum. "Come on, Derek." Stiles says and Derek fixes him with a stare. "Don't make me say it."
"I'm done here." Derek says and begans to climb to his feet. Stiles latches onto his t-shirt and pulls him in close.
"Play with my...tits." He whispers against Derek's neck and Derek grins sharp and toothy.
"Okay, Stiles." He says and Stiles is blushing down to his collarbones. Derek kneels back down and rubs his nose against the soft flush his boy is showing, he can smell the blood just under the surface and it makes him feel a little dangerous, how much he just wants to bite into his boy like a peach, it makes his feel alive. He traces down the Stiles' soft nipples, they're drawn up tight and he rubs his dry lips over them and Stiles' breathes in through his nose. "Right here?" He asks against the pink bud, and his voice is rough.
"Yeah." Stiles' throat is dry and his voice catches, he swallows. "Yeah." He says again in a stronger voice.
Derek licks a long streak from the bottom of Stiles' rib cage up to his jaw line and back down to his nipple, and Stiles laces his fingers behind Derek's neck and holds him there. Derek opens his mouth over it and sucks, Stiles moans in his throat when his tongue circles it and flicks it.
"You sound like a girl." He says and Stiles links his ankles behind Derek's back and leans down to press their foreheads together.
"I can be your girlfriend." He says and Derek laughs softly before tilting his head to kiss him, he finds Stiles' nipple with his calloused finger tips and rubs it. Stiles sighs into his mouth and Derek pinches it a little harder, "You like that?" Stiles asks and Derek sinks his teeth into his lower lip.
"No." Derek says gruffly and leans down to kiss the nipple he isn't playing with, "You would look stupid in a dress."
"Girls don't have to just wear dresses." Stiles gasps and Derek rubs his thumb along the bulge in the kid's underwear. "I could wear pants. Most girls wear pants."
"Stiles, seriously?" Derek asks and Stiles closes his eyes and spreads his legs more.
"Sorry, sorry. Just, go back to what you were doing." He says and Derek rolls his eyes and bites his nipple in irritation. Stiles squirms a little and reaches for Derek's wrist, once he has it shoves it against his cock.
"Pushy bitch." Derek murmurs and rubs his hand against him a little roughly.
"Yeah, yeah." Stiles says snottily and makes a high-pitched squeak when Derek jams a hand down his undies and starts jerking him off. "Come on, big boy. Make me cum."
"Stop watching trashy porn." Derek gripes and Stiles doesn't even hear him at this point so Derek goes back to rolling his nipples between his teeth.
"F-faster." Stiles chokes out and Derek lets a little wolf out so he can move his arm faster, Stiles is making these sweet little noises now, almost hiccups but with an moan tied in. He rocking his hips up into Derek's hand and petting Derek's head in little, rapid strokes but then he's coming and it splatters against the underside of Derek's jaw and his neck and it ruins his t-shirt, but Stiles couldn't care less and he's making this weird grunting noise now.
He swats Derek's hand away and flops sideways on the bench, Derek forgets about the cum drying on his on skin while for a second as he watches the fragile rib cage of his boy rise and fall, then he remembers and wipes it off on his hand.
"Say 'ah', Stiles." He says and Stiles' soft, pink mouth falls open and Derek smears the cum on his tongue. Stiles makes a face but swallows and Derek makes his suck the rest of his fingers.
"Love you." Stiles murmurs sleepily and Derek pats his face.
"Get dressed."