Gambling Debts 24/?
Chapter 24
Derek died four times.
He couldn't sit still with his butt still throbbing and he couldn't really focus on anything than that deep ache in his muscles but he did manage to not die too often in the game they were playing. He didn't even know what they were playing, some kind of shooter, and he didn't really care.
He didn't play good but most of the time he managed to stay alive. It went better than expected. He had the suspicion that they were playing on easy, though. Not that he was complaining.
The one good thing about being distracted like this was that he didn't have the mind to think about what had happened earlier. They had a strict no sex rule and the last thing he wanted to do was to add some mindless sex to their arrangement. And still he had begged Stiles to make him come and then he had humped his leg like a horny dog.
Like the dog you are. Her voice echoed through his mind. And with your fangs out, no less.
Derek ground his ass deliberately into the chair. The pain flared up, filling his mind, and the memory of her faded away. At least for now.
When Stiles finally called it quits on the game, Derek breathed easier.
"Four times, not bad." Stiles said and stepped behind Derek. His hand found a nipple and he rolled the nub between his fingers. Derek bit back a moan when he remembered the promised nipple clamps.
"You did good today, I'm proud of you. You earned yourself a reward." Stiles' other hand found the other nipple and for a moment he was just rolling and pinching them, sending delicious sparks of pain to Derek's groin. He pushed into Stiles' fingers which brought the pain in his butt back to life and he just let his head fall back against Stiles' stomach with a groan.
"But before we do that, I want another one of your foot rubs." Stiles gave his nipples one last tug before he let go of them.
Derek let out a frustrated noise but jumped at the chance to get out of the chair. Sitting on the couch for the foot rub would be a relief for his butt.
Stiles still had a come strain on his jeans, a bitter reminder of Derek's slip, so Derek tried to make it up to him with the massage. By now he knew Stiles' spots and how he liked his food rubs and in a matter of minutes Stiles was a purring puddle of happy goo. Derek couldn't help a proud grin.
It was almost time for dinner when Stiles came around.
"I want to tie you up again." He reached for the rope that lay in a tangled heap on the ground. "Pretty much like earlier but a bit tighter. Color?"
"Green."
"What about the clamps?" He asked, looping the rope over his hand and elbow to straighten it out.
"I'd like that." Derek admitted, heat spreading out over his face again.
Stiles took his time to expertly tie Derek up again. The position was the same as in the morning but now he used a different technique. The rope forced Derek's arms higher up his back, pushing out his chest at the same time, and all in all the rope was tighter around him. Lines of rope went right under his pecs, forcing them up and with that presenting his nipples even more. Others cut into the muscle right above, completing the frame.
When he was done, Stiles stepped back to admire his work.
"Beautiful." He breathed out. Derek almost asked him to take a picture so that he could see it later. Maybe next time.
Then came the clamps. Stiles didn't tease him any longer, he just got the clamp in position and let go.
Derek sucked in a breath at the sudden lance of pain and Stiles waited him out before he put the second clamp on.
"So pretty." He tugged at the chain connecting the clamps and Derek bit back a pained moan.
Using the chain as some kind of leash Stiles lead Derek over to the playroom where he made him kneel down in the middle of the room.
"Wait here until our dinner is ready." Stiles instructed him and with one last tug at the chain he left him alone.
He left the door open so that Derek could still see him while he ordered their food. Only when the food arrived, he closed the door but kept it ajar. Derek could hear everything that was going on in the other room and he knew that he didn't even have to raise his voice if he needed Stiles' attention.
The second they were alone again, Stiles was back, forcing him to his feet with the chain. He gave it a little jiggle just for the fun of it and Derek cursed under his breath.
"Watch your mouth or I'll add ten with the flogger later." Stiles threatened and gave the chain another forceful tug. Derek bit his bottom lip to keep the words in.
They had dinner the same way they had breakfast with the only difference that Stiles played with the chain between bites now. He fed him by hand and Derek shamelessly licked his fingers clean every chance he got.
By the time they were done, Derek's chest was on fire and he was covered in sweat. Every breath sent electric bolts through his nipples and he had tears in his eyes. It didn't stop his rock hard cock from soaking his pants with precome, though.
"You're doing so good." Stiles cupped his cheek. "You're so good."
Derek choked back tears at those words and leaned into Stiles who just held him for a moment.
Later, after Stiles had given him the promised forty with the flogger on his already sore ass and Derek might have come again from that, he wasn't sure, he fell into bed with Stiles and was asleep before Stiles was even done with rubbing the soothing lotion into his tender skin.
He woke up in Stiles arms, naked and with a deep seeded ache in his behind but relaxed and at ease.
Stiles was awake, studying him.
"Morning." Derek mumbled, his throat still raw.
"Morning." From somewhere Stiles got a glass of water which Derek drank greedily. "How do you feel?"
"Good." He put the empty glass on the nightstand next to his cuff. He hadn't even noticed that he wasn't wearing it any longer. "Really good." He dropped back into the pillow, he didn't feel like moving just yet.
"Can we talk about yesterday?"
The talking was Derek's least favorite part of this but he got that it was important. Especially since he had messed up so badly yesterday. Stiles had let it slide but he needed to keep his shift under control, he knew that. And his dick, but that was the smaller problem.
He gave Stiles a nod, they could talk about it.
"When I was spanking you, you asked me to touch you." Stiles went right for it. "You asked me to make you come. Do you know why I didn't do it?"
"Because I was shifted." Derek stared at the ceiling, he couldn't look Stiles in the eye for this. "It's disgusting."
Stiles was silent for a moment but his heart was beating rapidly as if he was struggling with the things he wanted to say.
"Because it was a hard limit for you." Stiles said. His hand found its way into his hair again and gently he urged Derek to look at him. "The kisses earlier were pushing the limits, we've been pushing them a lot lately, but touching you like that? That would be bulldozing over your limits. I won't do that, I can't do that."
"I asked you to do it." Derek reminded him.
"In the middle of a scene." He burst out. "Neither of us was in the condition to discuss something like that."
He studied Derek for a long moment, searching for the right words but his fingers never stopped playing with Derek's hair. He didn't want to know how he looked by now, Stiles had been constantly messing with his hair yesterday and sleeping hadn't helped, that much was for sure.
"We can add sex stuff to the scenes." Stiles said carefully. "If you want to go there."
Derek was almost sure that he had come twice yesterday so saying no was probably stupid but still …
"I can't." He closed his eyes.
"If you don't want to, that's okay." Stiles hand wandered down to his neck, gently loosening the tight muscles there.
"I want to." He did, badly. "But I … I can't."
Patiently Stiles waited for him to continue speaking and when Derek just rolled towards him he found open arms waiting for him.
"What I had with her." He finally said into Stiles' chest. "It can't be like that. I can't do that. I can't."
Stiles held him close, rubbing his back.
"It's okay. We won't do anything you're not comfortable with."
This was stupid. But in the aftermath of their session and with the memories of her bubbling to the surface, he felt like an open wound, bare and vulnerable.
Derek did want more. He wanted to have sex with Stiles but if that was the only thing, he couldn't just go for it.
"Could we …" He started but backed out immediately. This was so pathetic.
"Whatever you want." Stiles assured him.
"Could we get to know each other first?" Derek asked. He was lying naked in the other man's arms, this was basically the end point of getting to know each other. "Not as boss and employee or dom and sub, just as us? Stiles and Derek?"
"You mean like dates?" If there was amusement in Stiles voice Derek didn't notice it. Or he just didn't want to hear it.
"Yes?" He asked hesitantly.
"Derek Hale, I'd love to go on dates with you." Stiles hooked a finger under his chin and urged him to look at him.
Derek held his gaze for a long moment and then, because he felt bold, he leaned in for a kiss. There was no heat behind it, no urgency and no intention for it to lead to more. It was just kissing.
Gladly Stiles caught on and didn't try to turn it into something it wasn't.
They kissed for a while, just lazy, slow kisses, and when they parted Stiles looked at him with something in his eyes that made Derek feel warm all over.
"There is something you said earlier." Stiles finally broke the moment. "Could you shift for me?"
"Why?" Humans usually were either afraid of him or they were disgusted.
He had shifted a few times before but every time Stiles had been too distracted to really notice. Derek wasn't sure how Stiles would react but he didn't want to ruin what he just got by reminding Stiles of his nature.
"You safe-worded when you were about to shift." Stiles reminded him. "And you thought that I wouldn't touch you because you were shifted. That I was disgusted by it."
Stiles had told him another good reason for not touching him but that didn't mean that it was the only reason.
"You don't have to but I'd like to see you." Stiles said softly.
Derek searched his face but didn't find anything but kindness. Maybe …
He was a fool to hope but he closed his eyes and let his features shift. His teeth grew and he felt his bones move under his skin. When he opened his eyes, they were glowing blue, he knew that.
Stiles didn't shy back and he didn't turn away.
He raised his hand, silently asking permission, and then his fingertips were on his face, tracing the outlines of his forehead.
"You are a werewolf." He stated. "This is part of who you are."
"You don't hate it." Derek realized. He didn't dare to move, didn't dare to breathe, to not break this moment.
"I love it. Thank you for showing me." And then he did the unthinkable. Stiles leaned in and kissed his fangs.
Chapter 25
Masterpost