Human is Just a Word 65/?
Chapter 65
They had their first real date. Derek hadn't even realized that they hadn't been on one until Stiles pointed it out.
It was perfect. They had a table a bit at the side where they had some privacy. The candle light dinner came with actual candles on the table that made Stiles' eyes shine like liquid amber. Derek spent the whole evening just looking into those eyes.
Over dessert they started to feed each other strawberries and when Stiles leaned over to kiss him, slipping his tongue into Derek's mouth right here in the restaurant, Derek just cupped the back of his head to hold him close and kissed back.
Stiles' mouth tasted like strawberries and Derek couldn't get enough of it. He did, however, had the sense to leave the restaurant before he explored that thought farther. The food was really good here and it would have been a shame to get banned from the place for public disturbance. Even if Stiles would have found it hilarious.
They couldn't get home fast enough, Derek wasn't even sure who was dragging who at this point, all he knew was that he was dizzy from the arousal coming off of Stiles in waves and that his already half-hard cock started to strain his pants. Stiles was in a similar state and they spent the elevator ride up with kissing, fingers buried in each other's hair. When Derek slipped his leg between Stiles' thighs, his mate started to ride it shamelessly.
Thankfully, the door to Isaac's apartment was unlocked, Derek wasn't sure if he had the brain capacity for keys right now. Neither of them was willing to let go of the other one even for the short moment to operate the door anyway. They stumbled in, still kissing and with roaming hand, and it took them a moment to notice their surroundings.
There was guitar music playing in the background on a low level and through the ajar bedroom door shone the soft light of candles.
"I hope those haven't been burning there on their own for too long." Stiles muttered and went over to have a look. "I want to put that bed on fire tonight but not like that." He wiggled his eyebrows and Derek rolled his eyes in return.
"I'm sure he sensed us coming closer and lit them just a moment ago." Derek followed his mate to where he stood in the doorway. He stepped up behind Stiles, slung his arms around him and hooking his chin over Stiles' shoulder he had a look in the room.
"I'm not sure if Isaac is a closed romantic or if he's a sarcastic asshole who's mocking us with all this." Stiles said after a moment of stunned silence. There were candles burning on every surface, their warm light turning the plain bedroom into something right out of a Hollywood romance.
"It's your birthday." Derek reminded him and nuzzled Stiles' neck.
"It's Isaac." Stiles shot back but angled his head to give Derek better access. Derek just hummed to that and tucked at Stiles shirt to indicate that they were wearing way too many clothes. Getting the idea Stiles lifted his arms and let Derek help him out of his shirt. The candle light gave Stiles' skin a golden shine and Derek couldn't wait to explore every inch of it.
They didn't have the chance to get intimate like this very often since their pack had gotten bigger and by now the marks Derek had left on Stiles' skin had faded. Time to change that.
"Mine." Derek said, sucking at Stiles neck until the blood came to the surface. Satisfied he licked over the spot.
So far Stiles had only lost his shirt, something they needed to change very soon, but first Derek had to make sure that his mark was on Stiles' neck for everybody to see.
"Mark me." Stiles kissed his jawline. "Leave your marks all over me. Show me that I'm yours." He whispered the words into his ear, accented with little nips at Derek's throat. "Mark me, alpha."
The last word did it. Derek let out a growl and then almost ripped the pants off Stiles. Then he threw him face first on the bed and crawled in after him, looming over his mate who didn't even try to turn around. Stiles just lay there, bare and naked and his neck was just begging for Derek to sink his teeth into.
"Derek." Stiles groaned when Derek bit down hard enough to bruise.
He nipped at the nape of Stiles' neck and then he slowly worked his way down his spine. Soothing every bite with little licks and kisses, he marked Stiles' back until he reached the swell of his butt. He nipped at the sensitive skin there before he took the cheeks in his hands, kneading and spreading them, exposing Stiles' hole.
"Derek, please." By now Stiles was writhing under him, shamelessly humping the mattress. The scent of precome hung in the air, driving Derek wild. Spreading the cheeks with his thumbs Derek dove right in, plunging his tongue into the hole.
Stiles let out a strangled cry, clawing helplessly at the sheets, but Derek held him firmly in place while he sealed his lips around the opening and sucked.
Derek ate him out until his spit was running down Stiles' balls and Stiles was a trembling mess under him.
"Touch me." Stiles whined but didn't make an attempt to reach for his own cock. "Please, touch me. Derek, please."
Taking mercy on him Derek slid his hand under Stiles where his slick with precome cock was trapped under him. Still fucking him with his tongue Derek gave his erection a few quick strokes and Stiles came messily over his hand.
Derek gave his hole a few more flicks with his tongue before he urged Stiles to roll over.
"You're beautiful." He said in awe at the sight of his mate lying stretched out in front of him. There was come smeared on his half-hard cock and stomach, his skin shone with sweat and he had dreamy eyes and a stupid grin on his face.
"I love you." Stiles said, his eyes unfocused. "But an awesome rim job is not going to get you out of knotting me tonight."
"We have all night." Derek reminded him and kissed him on the mouth.
Stiles front was miles of smooth, unmarked skin and he really needed to change that. He took his time, paying extra attention to Stiles' throat and nipples and by the time he came down to his groin, Stiles' cock was already twitching with interest again.
Derek thoroughly cleaned him up, lapping up every bit of come.
"I swear." Stiles hissed when Derek licked up the length of his cock. "If you make me come like this I am going to kill you. I want to come on your cock and I doubt that I'm going to be up for a third round any time soon."
Derek let his beard scratch over the sensitive skin of Stiles' inner thighs, that should take care of that problem.
"You asshole." Stiles hissed but fisted his hands in his hair to keep him in place.
Stiles wasn't known for his patience so it didn't surprise Derek when Stiles yanked him up for a hungry kiss and then demanded: "Your knot in me. Now." He kissed him again, catching Derek's bottom lip with his teeth. "We need lube. Lots of lube."
He twisted out from under Derek and leaned over the side of the bed to open the drawer.
Then Stiles fell out of the bed in a fit of laughter.
Derek peered over the edge to make sure that his mate was okay but Stiles just lay there, holding his sides, screaming with laughter.
Derek raised an eyebrow at him but Stiles had trouble breathing right now so instead of an answer he just gestured wildly at the open drawer.
"Well, that answers your earlier question." Derek said, fighting for a stern face. "Isaac is a sarcastic asshole."
Like promised there was lube in the drawer. It read bacon flavored in bold letters. And there was a note: "Side of bacon for the sausage."
Derek managed to keep a straight face for a few seconds longer before he broke. By the time he could breathe again, tears were streaming down his face and his sides were aching.
When Stiles climbed back on the bed, they made the mistake to look at each other and for a moment they were both fighting to keep the next fit of laughter in but the next second Stiles collapsed on top of him and the whole bed was shaking with their laughter.
They didn't dare to look at each other after that and slowly their breathing evened out.
Suddenly there was a poking finger at Derek's by now flaccid cock.
"Still not getting out of knotting me tonight." Stiles said darkly and poked him in the balls.
"With bacon flavored lube?" Derek cracked an eye open. "I'm not going upstairs to get our lube." The whole pack was up there, no way was he going there to get lube.
"If that's what it takes to get your knot." Stiles answered in grim determination. He slid down the bed to get on mouth level with his cock. "But first I have to get this baby up and going."
"Could you not call it baby?" Derek groaned but the closeness of Stiles' mouth to his cock alone perked his interest.
Stiles just gave him a wicked grin and took the tip of his cock between his lips.
"Your mouth is going to be the death of me." Derek dropped his arm over his eyes and just let Stiles do whatever he wanted to do down there.
"There you go." With a wet plop he let go of Derek's straining cock. "I want to ride you."
Without looking at the bottle, they wouldn't get to actual fucking tonight if they looked at that damn thing again, Stiles got a good dollop of lube and coated Derek's shaft generously with it. The smell filling the air was too strong, too chemical and nothing like bacon at all which at the moment counted as a good thing. Derek didn't know if he would be able to stop laughing if that stuff actually smelled like bacon.
Stiles used his moment of distraction to swiftly sink down on Derek's cock. Then he sat there, head hanging and eyes closed, until his body had adjusted to the intrusion.
Derek grit his teeth and clawed the sheets to keep himself from just grabbing Stiles and make him take it. But then Stiles fell forward, bracing his hands on Derek's chest, and started to ride him in earnest.
When Derek brought his hands up to grab Stiles' hips, they were clawed but Stiles didn't even lose his rhythm when the sharp tips scratched over his skin.
"C'mon, alpha." Stiles leaned into his claws on the small of his back. "Fuck me. Take me. Mark me." He slammed down on Derek with every word and Derek felt his forming knot catching on his rim with every thrust.
"Alpha!" Stiles screamed, baring his throat, and that was it. With a roar Derek took control. He shot upright, his teeth sinking into Stiles' neck and with a sharp thrust he forced his knot past the tight ring of muscle, locking them together.
Derek's knot was pulsing against the tightness of Stiles inner walls, sending pleasant shocks through Derek groin with every shallow thrust. It was more grinding than thrusting, they were firmly locked together, and judging by the uncontrolled spasms rippling through Stiles, his knot was pressed right against his prostate.
Stiles made a noise deep in his throat and then he went rigid in Derek's arms. The waves of his orgasm took Derek over the edge right with him.
If it was another orgasm or just impressive aftershocks, Derek didn't know, but Stiles tightened around him again, his spent cock dribbling more semen and then his second orgasm hit Derek like a train. He threw his head back in a howl, claws digging into the meat of Stiles' ass, while he pumped his release deep into his mate.
Stiles sagged against him, boneless and heavy in his arms.
"That was good." Stiles breathed against Derek's chest and Derek felt him smile. Still coming down from his own orgasm, Derek carefully eased them down until he was lying on his back with Stiles on top of him.
Gently he carded his fingers through Stiles' sweaty hair and listened to his mate's even breaths while he waited for his knot to come down. Seconds later Stiles was asleep but Derek was content with just lying there, the comforting weight of his mate on his chest.
When he finally could, he carefully slipped out of Stiles and then, without waking him, he rolled him off his chest.
Derek got out of bed to blow out the candles, he wasn't taking any chances here, and to turn off the music. Then he cleaned himself and Stiles up and slipped under the covers with him.
Chapter 66
Masterpost