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7 - Derek under the affects of an aphrodisiac?

[bigbadalpha]

[It was bad; that much Derek knew with lead-in-the-gut certainty. His entire body felt hot, his skin too tight, his heart pounding. His mouth was dry, and his breathing was shallow.

Arousal spiked through him, unexpected and very unwelcome. He slowly sank to his knees, digging his fingers into the dirt and trying to hold himself in check. Trying to anchor himself in the earth.] Stiles. You need to leave. Now. [He took a few harsh breaths.] Tell the rest of the pack to stay away.

[bigbadalpha]

[Derek whined, but there was a flutter of pride in him too. Pride directed at Stiles - his perfect, wonderful Stiles. He didn't see how he could regret anything that had to do with him, but it was just like him to be concerned. To look out for Derek instead of himself.

He showed his approval by attempting to suck a mark into his neck, giving a low, growling rumble of pleasure. His hands wandered higher, rucking up his shirt as they stumbled toward the car.]

Regret you? [He nipped at the mark he'd made.] Not possible. Keep you alive, keep your dad alive, keep your Scott alive. No regrets. [He wasn't sure if that was the drugs or the truth, his mind a cloudy haze of desire, urged on by feral instinct that he'd thought dead. It felt like a healthy mix of the two; one egging on the other.] No regrets.

[alotofadderall]

What - [Stiles blinked erratically, stumbling and nearly getting tangled with Derek and falling over as the wolf's lips found his neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. He managed to stay upright, however, finding himself shivering pleasantly at the growl Derek is giving him, low-pitched as he nips at the sensitive skin he'd marked.]

Um...thanks. For keeping everyone alive. [Stiles thanked Derek half-awkwardly, half-placatingly, guiding him to the Jeep. He really did mean it though just...the way Derek said it made it sound like he was doing it for Stiles instead of the extenuating circumstances that constantly surrounded them.

He was starting to think about playing a game with himself - Drugs or Derek? What was fueling what?]

[bigbadalpha]

[Stiles' thanks were just what he wanted. Approval, acceptance, praise. It thrilled his wolf, and made him redouble his efforts in marking him. He sucked and licked up and down Stiles' neck, determined to pepper it with bruises. Stiles shouldn't mind; not when they so clearly should be together. When every instinct was screaming that they were pack, and so much more.] My job. Protecting people. [He dragged his lips along Stiles' jaw, then brushed a kiss across his lips. That was definitely where he wanted to be, pressing their mouths together, eyes open to drink in every physical response he could.]

[alotofadderall]

[Stiles bit his lip as Derek ravished his neck with attention, barely stopping himself from groaning. Egging the wolf on when he was...like this, was probably the worst idea in the history of mankind. Or wolfkind...holy shit Derek was good at that...]

Y-yeah? Do you have a license? [Stiles squeaked when Derek suddenly kissed him, his own eyes open in shock as he was practically pinned against his car. Well, shit. Tell me how you really feel.]

[bigbadalpha]

[Derek met his wide eyes and held them, working his tongue into Stiles' mouth to explore and taste every inch of it. It was good, perfect, and he pressed him back against the car as securely as he could, pinning him there so that their bodies were flush. He only broke away long enough to bite Stiles' lip, a playful, encouraging nip of teeth that were still human. He should've been responding to what Stiles was saying, he knew that. Talking would help keep him in control. Better control than he was displaying when he cupped a hand around the back of Stiles' head to press in for another deep, lingering kiss. It was just that knowing something, and doing something were two entirely different things.]

[alotofadderall]

[Derek was probably going to kill him later. With sharp claws and a sour attitude. But Stiles couldn't stop him even if he wanted to. Wait, what? Oh yeah, he...kind of didn't want to. Fuck. But Derek was - was that tongue? Oh fuck, it was...yup, definitely going to die.

Derek was kissing him deeply, warmly and...Jesus, Stiles was a horrible person. He honestly didn't want it to stop. Derek was pressed up against him, all hard muscle and...mm, let's just say Stiles didn't confine himself to one gender. He could appreciate women...and men.]

[bigbadalpha]

[Arousal was a good thing. Smelling it on Stiles? The best thing. He broke away from the kiss, pressing his nose to his neck and breathing in every nuance of his scent. Arousal, fear, nerves. That cool, clean, energetic zing that was Stiles specifically. It was a heady perfume, and he moaned, rocking his hips against the teenager he had pinned, seeking friction and release. Satisfaction.]

[alotofadderall]

D-Derek we...we should... [Stiles breathed, eyes wide as Derek dipped in towards his neck, skimming his nose over the soft flesh. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

And then Derek's rocking his hips against him, and Stiles has a hard time remembering just why this was such a bad situation. The guy was...hard. Hot and hard against Stiles' thigh as he rolled them together.] W-we should...middle of the fucking forest, Derek...

[bigbadalpha]

Back seat? [His voice was rough, low, and wanting. He would fuck Stiles on the ground if he would just let him, but he could do it in the jeep, too. Might be a tighter fit, but he was bendy in all the right ways, and he could make it work. He trailed a hand down, reaching between them to cup Stiles through his jeans. He needed him to want it as much as he did. To crave it.] Need you, Stiles.

[alotofadderall]

Christ. [Stiles whispered, eyes wide at the rough, wrecked tone of Derek's voice. They needed...lube or something. Probably a condom. Stiles had one of those things.] I-I'd prefer a...mattress, honestly.

[Oh, he wanted it. Stiles shuddered pleasantly when Derek cupped him, eyes growing even wider. No one had ever...done that before.]

[bigbadalpha]

[He rubbed him through his jeans, reveling in the scent of arousal as he pressed damp, needy kisses to the hickeys on Stiles' neck.] Touch me. [The words were almost a whine; needy, broken. A mattress wasn't close enough. He needed Stiles right there and then.]

[alotofadderall]

[Stiles couldn't stop the groan, rocking his hips up into Derek as he rubbed at him, palm broad and encompassing. And the kisses to the sensitive flesh on his neck...shit. Stiles' control was rapidly slipping too.

Stiles' fingers trailed over Derek's hips, hesitant and unsure. It wasn't like he'd ever done this either.] I...are you sure...?

[bigbadalpha]

Yes. Sure. Very sure. [The hesitant touches to his hips were good, but he needed more. Wanted more. Wanted Stiles to touch him boldly. Passionately. He gave a low growl, nipping at his neck, rocking against him in a rhythm that was matched by his hand on Stiles' dick.] Not going to regret you.

[alotofadderall]

[That's when Stiles let his hand drift, brushing over Derek's hard length through the fabric. He gasped at the nips, rocking back between the car and Derek.] Y-you won't?

[bigbadalpha]

Haven't regretted you. Not since the woods. That first day. Your scent was-nngg. [His ability to think at all was successfully derailed by Stiles' wandering hand, and he gave a throaty groan of appreciation at the gentle touch.] No regrets. [He reached down with is other hand, unhooking the button of Stiles' jeans, and working down the zipper. It made it easier that way for him to slip his hand into his pants, and into his boxers, for the satisfaction of wrapping his fingers around bare skin.]