Gambling Debts 20/?
Chapter 20
Even with the warning the first impact took Derek by surprise.
Stiles knew how to cup his hand to make it sting but it didn't really hurt and when the next blow fell, Derek was ready.
In a steady rhythm Stiles altered between Derek's right and left cheek, giving him the chance to anticipate the next hit. For now he was warming him up and Derek could almost feel his butt reddening under Stiles' hand. The lotion played a part in this as well, Derek's butt had felt warm even before Stiles had started.
Derek didn't count but after about twenty blows Stiles stopped and just gently ran his hands over his heated flesh.
"You're doing so good." He said, kneading his cheeks more firmly. "Color?"
"Green." Derek replied easily. Even the kneading didn't really hurt and for now Derek just felt comfortable and relaxed.
"Ready for more?"
"Yes, please." The last word escaped his mouth before he could even think about it and now his face felt hot and flushed as well.
"You're going to be the death of me, you know that?" Stiles rested his forehead between his shoulder blades and for a second Derek felt the hot puffs of his breath on his skin.
Then Stiles straightened up again.
The next impact was harder and Derek yelped in surprise. It still didn't really hurt but they were getting there. Stiles kept a steady rhythm between left and right but the pace was much quicker now, leaving Derek no time to recover from one blow before the next fell.
By now they overlapped and Stiles didn't just stick to the most meaty part of his butt and gave the back of his thighs some attention as well. Derek flinched with every hit and had to fight to keep his breathing even.
He couldn't tell how long it went on but when Stiles stopped the next time, his ass and thighs were burning. The lotion really did its job, the pain didn't abated after a few seconds, quite the opposite, the wolfsbane seemed to add another layer to it.
"Shh." Stiles ran his hand up and down his back again, staying away from his sore skin. "Just relax. Let go, it's okay, I got you. You're doing so good, I'm so proud of you. You can let go now."
The words washed over him. Derek didn't catch them all but something in him uncurled and he let out a shuddering breath.
"Color?"
Derek heard the question but his mind was kind of floating and there was the pain throbbing in his backside but it was a pleasant kind of pain.
"Derek." Without losing contact, Stiles' hand traveled with him along his spine until it cupped the base of Derek's neck gently, Stiles stepped around the bench and crouched down to eye level with him. "You with me?"
Derek hmmed to that.
"I need you to tell me a color." Stiles insisted.
He had to clear his throat to be able to speak. "Green." He finally croaked out.
"You're doing so good." Stiles kissed the top of his head. "Let's make you fly."
When Derek came to, he was lying in bed with Stiles spooning him from behind. He had foggy memories of Stiles helping him over to the bed and then working some more lotion into his throbbing ass. This time a different one, though, it felt cool and soothing and Derek just let Stiles take care of him.
"How do you feel?" Stiles asked, obviously noticing that Derek was there again.
"Good." He mumbled and snuggled deeper into the pillow. "Sleepy."
"You can sleep in a minute." Stiles assured him but at the same time he rubbed Derek's shoulder and arm to wake him up even more. "I just need you to drink something first. Can you do that for me?"
His face did feel hot and blotchy and his throat was dry. Derek was pretty sure that he had cried and screamed but it was a distant memory, not really attached to him, and he was too tired and sated to feel embarrassed.
Stiles had a glass of orange juice waiting for him and Derek managed to prop himself up on his elbow to drink without spilling juice all over the bed.
After that Stiles handed him a washcloth to freshen up his face and then, finally, he let him drop back into the pillow.
"I'm taking off the cuff now." Stiles told him and reached over him to do just that. Derek hadn't even noticed that he was still wearing it.
It felt strange, his skin suddenly too cold and naked where it had been hidden by the cuff all day.
Stiles closed his long fingers around his wrist where the cuff had been and Derek put his own hand on top of it.
They didn't speak and after a moment they settled in for the night.
With Stiles a solid weight against his back and Stiles' arm thrown over him, now resting over his heart, Derek drifted off to sleep.
When he opened his eyes again, the room was flooded with sunlight coming in through the huge windows but it had to be still early morning.
Derek shifted until he lay on his back, his backside protesting slightly, but he wanted to look at Stiles.
The other man was still sleeping. Stiles' face was squished into the pillow, a string of drool hanging from his half-open mouth. He looked young and innocent and not at all like the dom who had expertly whacked Derek's butt last night.
Speaking of which, Derek shifted more purposefully to test out the lingering sting. Never before had it lasted. It had been hours and he still felt the dull throb in his butt and in the back of his thighs. Not exactly pain but he could tell that it was there.
Astonished Derek just lay there, marveling over the fact that his healing had been delayed for this long. On one hand it was terrifying, by now even broken bones would have healed, this wasn't normal, he shouldn't still feel it, but on the other hand he loved it. He could still feel Stiles' impact on him, quite literal, and he loved it.
What they could do with that. What Stiles could do with that. Adding layer of layer of pain, like an artist painting a canvas. Derek's breath caught in his throat at that thought and he was half-hard from thinking about it alone.
Under the silky sheets he was still naked but he didn't really care. He kind of enjoyed the soft whisper of silk on his sore skin.
Derek's eyes fell on the bench. It looked harmless in the early morning light but he remembered the cool leather under his chest and belly, the firm grip of the cuffs holding him in place.
As quietly as possible Derek slid out of the bed and stepped over to the bench.
His fingertips traveled over the smooth leather, cool to the touch just like he remembered. A feeling of deja vu settled in his stomach and Derek turned his head to make sure that Stiles was indeed still sleeping. He didn't want to get caught ogling the equipment again. Now he was allowed to but he didn't want to look too eager and needy.
Hand still on the bench Derek closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. He hadn't showered so part of the lingering smell of sweat and endorphin came from himself but it was still clinging to the bench as well. Mixed with the sharp tang of precome. He hadn't even noticed that he had gotten hard but it didn't come as a surprise either. He did get aroused by this, that wasn't news and maybe he would go there with Stiles at one point, but that wasn't what last night had been about. His erection had just been a side effect. And Stiles understood that.
Stiles hadn't jumped to conclusions and he hadn't turned it into something Derek wasn't ready for. Despite his own arousal, Derek could still scent it heavy in the air, Stiles had kept it strictly non-sexual. Derek didn't know what to do with that.
"Come back to bed." Stiles mumbled behind him and Derek let out a sigh, caught again.
Stiles eyes weren't really open and rubbing them with the heel of his hand didn't make it any better. His hair was sticking out in every direction and he just looked like a three-year-old waking from a nap. He looked adorable.
"Morning." Derek said and slid back under the sheets. He should probably be more worried about his nakedness than he actually was.
They lay facing each other and for a long moment Stiles just studied him with bleary eyes that didn't get more focused the longer he looked at Derek.
"How do you feel?" He finally asked, stifling a yawn.
"I need a shower." Derek answered truthfully. Stiles chuckled to that but he had a proud glint in his eye.
"Do you still feel it?"
"A little." The remaining sting had abated to almost nothing over the last few minutes but it was still there.
"The shower should take care of the last bit of the wolfsbane lotion." Stiles said and sneaked a hand around Derek's hip until it rested lightly on Derek's back, just above the swell of his butt.
"Okay?" Stiles asked and it felt somehow strange that he wasn't asking for a color.
Curious what Stiles would do, Derek nodded his okay.
Gently his fingertips traveled downward over the curve of Derek's butt, cupping his cheek for a moment. Then he went farther down his thighs, covering every inch he had spanked last night, before his hand wandered back up again until it rested once again on Derek's hip.
The whole time he was looking at Derek as if he was searching for something. It wasn't something sexual, that much Derek could tell. It easily could have been and for an outsider it might look like that but Derek knew the difference. This was Stiles checking on him, making sure that he was okay. It was about comfort.
"Can we talk about yesterday?" Stiles asked into the moment of silence.
Derek's mind was still at ease and sleepy but he nodded.
"How was it for you?"
"Good, I liked it." Derek answered honestly.
"Even the fries?" Stiles asked. "I know it's something from your maybe pile and I probably …"
"I liked it." Derek stopped him right there. He closed his eyes and brought there foreheads together, mainly so that he didn't have to look Stiles in the eye. "You were perfect. I want more. The kneeling, the feeding, the spanking, everything. I want more." The last words hitched in his throat and he kept his watering eyes firmly shut. Shame burned in his cheeks and he hoped that Stiles didn't see it.
Stiles slung his arms around him, one hand cupping the back of his head, the other one between his shoulder blades, and drew him close. Derek buried his face in Stiles' chest, hands fisted in the fabric of his t-shirt. The sheets got caught somewhere between them, leaving his naked butt out in the open but Derek didn't want to let go of Stiles to cover himself up again. Nothing Stiles hadn't seen before anyway.
"You can have that." Stiles assured him. "You were so good, so perfect. Do you have any idea how responsive you are? How you look on your knees? On the bench? I want more of that too."
Derek relaxed in Stiles arms. He could go back to sleep like this, it was still early, they could stay in bed for another hour or two.
He did smell Stiles' arousal and he could tell that the other man had an erection but he was as relaxed as Derek and didn't seem to care about anything but holding Derek.
"I'm so going to jerk off to this in the shower." Stiles said with a longing sigh when he shifted to not press his boner into Derek's thigh.
"Of course you will." Derek grinned into his shirt but didn't feel the need to move away from him.
Derek did almost drift back to sleep and he blamed that and the general feeling of being safe in Stiles' arms for not hearing the elevator or the person entering the suite.
It even took him a second to react when the door of the playroom suddenly opened and somebody poked his head in.
"Stiles, you in here?"
Chapter 21
Masterpost