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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.

[alotofadderall]

R-really? You - oh my God - ! [Stiles flailed a little when Derek groaned and slipped his hands into his boxers, actually...actually touching him. Holy fuck. Stiles panted, rocking into Derek's hand and rubbing firmly against the wolf with his own hand, gripping the length a little more surely.]

[bigbadalpha]

Smell so good. [He whines against Stiles' neck, hips jerking into his touch. If he could just come, then his mind would clear. Even if only for a second. Long enough. Long enough to explain. He just needs more touch.] Pants off. Mine. Yours. [He releases the solid, hot length of Stiles' erection, and starts pushing at the waist of his pants, encouraging them off his hips.] Please? [The plea is accompanied by another kiss on the lips, this one gentler. A plea of its own. A bribe. He can be soft. He can be gentle, he just needs.]

[alotofadderall]

O-okay, just...Jeep. In the jeep? [Stiles gasps softly into Derek's mouth, and he swallows a little, letting Derek push at the waist of his pants.]

[bigbadalpha]

[Even the inside of the jeep seems like it's too far away, and they're pressed against the side of it. Derek reaches for the door handle without budging up an inch from Stiles' personal space, jerking it open and shuffling to try and get Stiles inside.]

[alotofadderall]

[Stiles chuckles nervously and slides into the back of the jeep, pulling Derek with him. So this is actually happening. Good. He thinks. It seemed pretty good.]

[bigbadalpha]

[Derek doesn't like that Stiles is nervous, it makes his wolf whine piteously. He crawls into the jeep, pressing as close as he can, as comfortably as he can. His head is a foggy swirl of desire, overbearing heat, and the understanding that Stiles can make it all better. He nuzzles at his neck, and along his jaw, kissing him again on the lips as he resumes his attempts at unclothing him. Pants, shirt, boxers. He needs them gone, and if they don't start getting gone peaceably, he will use claws.]

[alotofadderall]

[What does Derek expect? He's got a hot Alpha wolf pawing at him who's slowly losing his mind to rut, and it's...kind of his first sexual encounter? Ish. This is certainly the farthest he's ever really gotten. So yeah, Stiles is a little nervous. He just hopes he doesn't fuck up.

Stiles groaned softly, arching up into Derek's lips and lifting his hips to help him ruck down the pants completely. Yeah, undressing sounds pretty good...he'll look like a bleached stick next to Derek, but.]

[bigbadalpha]

[The pants go, and Derek tosses them somewhere in the vicinity of the front seat, going to town on Stiles' shirt. He tears it a little, then a lot, mindlessly eager to get his bed (jeep?) partner wholly undressed. Then his own clothes get an even rougher treatment before they're cast aside. The pants might be salvageable, but they likely won't be wearable in a public setting again.

He settles himself over Stiles, slotting their bodies together as best he can, and begins to rut against him. Skin-on-skin has him making low, wrecked noises, and he kisses, licks, and bites at every inch of flesh he can get his mouth to.]

[alotofadderall]

Jesus, Derek - ! [Stiles yelps, flailing a little as Derek tears at their clothes and pretty much tosses them into the backseat of the jeep. Holy shit. This is happening. Stiles gasps and blushes furiously as Derek starts rutting against him. The thick slide of his cock on Stiles' skin is - holy mother of God.

And Derek's mouth? Jesus H. tap-dancing Christ.]