Gambling Debts 39/?
Chapter 39
Coming down from his orgasm Stiles sagged against Derek who held him upright against the wall with ease.
"You know." Stiles caught his breath but didn't put weight on his own legs just yet. "You made a huge a mistake there." Suddenly there was steel in his voice.
Derek froze. He had been bold with his claws the other day and Stiles had seemed to like it but fangs on his throat …
"I'm sorry." Derek backed off. Of course Stiles was angry with him now. He must be freaking out, was maybe even scared of him.
"I didn't mean to …" Derek tried to put some distance between them but Stiles didn't let him go. In a swift move he spun them around, reversing their position and suddenly Derek was trapped between Stiles and the wall.
"Making me come in my pants like that." Stiles cupped his face with both hands and forced Derek to look at him. "You made it so much harder for yourself. Pun intended." He leaned in for a kiss, soft and gentle. "Because I'm still going to ride you until you scream."
One hand slipped down to palm him through his pants. His erection had faltered but it came back to full attention under Stiles' hand.
"I'm going to ride you and you're not going to come before me. And if I have to put a cock ring on you …" Stiles whispered the last part in his ear and suddenly Derek was glad for the wall he was leaning against because he legs buckled under him.
"You like that, don't you?" Stiles gave his cock a squeeze and Derek canted his hips into his hand. "So desperate, so needy. You're going to beg me to let you come."
Stiles dragged him over to the bedroom, already working on getting him out of his clothes. By the time Derek lay stretched out and naked on Stiles' bed his cock was aching in need for some fiction, leaking precome on his stomach, but Stiles ignored it for now, he was too busy with tying his wrists to the headboard.
He wasn't using the cuff Derek wore on their Wednesdays, though, and for some reason that was important. This was in the gray area between the stuff they did in the playroom and normal kinky sex. Derek didn't know where they stood with this exactly but he liked it.
Derek tested his limits but with his arms stretched out like this he couldn't do much more than lean back against the pillow Stiles had stuffed between his head and the headboard.
Then Stiles held up a cock ring.
"Color?"
"Green." Derek swallowed thickly.
Since he was this hard already, putting the ring on wasn't easy and Derek had to grit his teeth to not come from the tight ring sliding down his shaft alone. But then it sat snug around the base, an ungiving iron band, and his cock already felt larger and harder than ever before.
Stiles gave him a few strokes but then let go of him to undress himself. Slowly. And he folded his clothes neatly on a chair.
Derek groaned but with his hands secured to the headboard he could only watch. When Stiles was finally naked, Derek thought that they would go on with the program now but Stiles needed to prep himself first.
Kneeling over Derek with his back turned to him, Derek had a front row seat for the show. Helpless he watched Stiles working himself open and of course he took his time and did the whole one, two, three fingers. He was more than ready to take Derek's cock but just to fuck with him, and not in the good way, Stiles squeezed in his pinky as well and fucked all four fingers in and out of his already lose hole.
"C'mon." Derek groaned but over his shoulder Stiles just gave him an evil grin. He drew out the teasing for a little while longer but then he pulled his fingers free with an obscene wet sound and wiped them clean with a towel.
And then, finally, he turned around to face Derek and when he reached for him, Derek gasped at the touch, his cock jerking in Stiles' hand.
Stiles got in position and ever so slowly he sank down on his shaft. When Stiles' tight heat surrounded him completely, they both needed a moment to adjust.
Stiles started with grinding his hips in agonizing slow circles.
"You're big." He breathed out and leaned back to get another angle. "Filling me so good." He squeezed his muscles and Derek couldn't help but buck into him.
Stiles gave him a stern look and braced his hands on his chest to bring their faces closer together.
"None of that or I have to tie your feet as well." He leaned in to kiss Derek's slack lips. All Derek could focus on was his cock sliding half-way out of Stiles with that move.
"You're going to lie here and enjoy the ride." Stiles told him. "I'm going to come on your cock and don't you dare coming before me."
Stiles wasn't even hard yet.
Derek let his head drop back with a groan but all he could do was to hold on to the headboard.
Then Stiles started to ride him. Slow at first, only lifting up an inch or two before he dropped back, but soon he gained momentum and was riding his cock in earnest.
In the end Derek did scream.
And he did beg. Sobbing through his fangs.
But Stiles didn't show any mercy. He altered between hard thrusts, taking Derek deep, and slow drags of Derek's cock against his prostate, only focused on his own pleasure. With his eyes half-closed and his back bowed backwards he was a sight to see, lean body and smooth skin, and Derek just wanted to touch and taste him but he wasn't really part of this.
He would have blown his load minutes ago if it hadn't been for the ring around his cock and by the time Stiles went rigid and clammed down on him like a vice, his come hitting Derek on the chin, Derek was a writhing mess under him. He was long beyond words, reduced to keening around his fangs, and it took every shred of will power he had left to keep himself from coming.
With a sigh Stiles dropped forward and he had to brace himself on Derek's heaving chest to not just crash into him, but he never stopped rocking his hips.
"You did so good." He said, looking at him with pride. "Come."
Derek didn't have to be told twice. Even the ring wasn't enough to hold him back any longer. He arched his back, lifting Stiles up with him and with a broken cry on his lips he came.
Later, after Stiles had released him and had cleaned them both up, they lay together in bed. Derek had his head on Stiles' shoulder, long fingers carding through his hair. They felt both sated and sleepy but not quite ready for sleep yet.
"Was that okay?" Stiles asked and he almost sounded shy. "I kind of blurred the lines there. You seemed to like it but did you?"
"I did." Derek said. For a long moment neither of them spoke but then Derek added: "With her …"
The fingers in his hair stilled but then they started moving again. Soothing.
"With her …" Derek said again. "There had been clear lines. We did scenes but outside of that it was like she didn't even know me. She ignored me when our paths crossed by accident outside of our arrangement." Images bubbled to the surface of his mind and he heard her voice again, sharp and cold. "And in our next scene she would punish me for interrupting her life. So yes, I like that it's not totally separate, that you take things out of the scenes into normal life. That I'm part of your life outside of the playroom." His voice dropped into a whisper at the end and Derek felt as if he'd said too much.
"We." Stiles said, emphasizing the word. "We decide if we want to keep it strictly in the playroom or not. It's something we do together. That's the base line of every relationship but especially in the BDSM lifestyle, we decide together the dos and don'ts of our relationship."
He paused for a moment to let the words sink in. "You've no idea how much I want to get my hands on that bitch. What she did to you … I have no words. That's unforgivable. She doesn't know what she had in you. You're such a wonderful person, smart, handsome. I bet she doesn't even know your dry humor or how kind you are. How responsive you are as a sub. Having you on your knees for me, that's an honor. Having you in my life is a gift I don't deserve but you're here. I can't believe that you're here with me."
Derek felt the heat creeping into his cheeks with every word and he was just glad that they were lying in the dark so Stiles didn't see it. He must notice the hot tears falling on his naked chest, though, but Stiles didn't comment on that. He just kept stroking Derek's head.
Work had them back in the morning and since Derek wouldn't be in for the most part of the afternoon, his moderate Monday schedule turned stressful rather quickly.
They parted after breakfast and Derek didn't see Stiles again before he left with Isaac to see Peter. Derek had changed into jeans and t-shirt with his leather jacket but even those were leagues better than everything he had before he'd met Stiles.
Derek and Isaac didn't speak during the ride but when Isaac parked the car in the same spot as the last time, when he and Boyd had been here to collect Derek as payment, Isaac held him back when he tried to open the door.
"Take this." He put a small device in Derek's hand. It was a small button that fit neatly under Derek's thumb. "I'll be right outside the door." Isaac continued and suddenly he had a taser in his hand. "And I have this. If you need my help or if you want to leave but don't know how to tell him, press the button. I'll come in to tell you that visiting time is over."
Derek closed his fist around the button, not sure what to say.
"Where did you even get this?"
"Stiles." Now it was Isaac who looked uncomfortable. Anxiety came off him in waves and his heart suddenly beat faster. "It's been a few years but he used to do the same for me. He called it our Batsignal." He let out a strained laugh.
Isaac's past had come up a few times but neither Stiles nor Isaac himself ever said more about it than a throwaway comment or a hint here and there. This was the first time Isaac offered some information and he was clearly waiting for the questions.
"Of course he's Batman." It was just such a Stiles thing to do. Derek fiddled with the button in his hand. "There was a time I needed something like this. But back then I didn't know it. I didn't know how wrong it was." His mind wandered back to all the times he should have pressed the button. But even if he had it back then, he wouldn't have pressed it.
"But we got out." Derek glanced over to Isaac. It didn't matter what had happened to him. Derek didn't want to talk about her or Peter for that matter and he got that Isaac didn't really want to talk about his past either. They got out, that was all that mattered.
Isaac glanced back at him and for a moment they locked eyes. There was some kind of understanding between them. They didn't need to share their stories.
"Peter's waiting." Derek said and put the button in his pocket. When he reached for the door this time, Isaac just nodded and followed suit.
Then Derek stood on the sidewalk and looked up the building that had been his home for years. It felt strange to be back here. He could almost feel Peter, his alpha, and he was eager to see him but on the other hand he was anxious. Would Peter just let him leave again?
Derek squared his shoulders and headed for the door.
Chapter 40
Masterpost