[Derek's heart was beating quicker than usual, but Stiles didn't stop to wonder, letting his hand drift a little lower to the planes of Derek's hips, down towards the V of his hipbones, resting on the sensitive patch of skin there.]
You...m-must be cold... [Stiles whispered, fingertips grazing the hair there near his crotch, still watching Derek for any sign of disapproval.]
I know. [Stiles turned his face in towards Derek's, pressing his cold lips to Derek's cheek. He let his hand wrap around Derek's cock, then, slowly returning the favor, thumb swiping over the head of his cock.]
[Derek felt the press of lips to his cheek and he turned his head, letting his lips brush against the corner of Stiles'. His hips rocked down into the hand that wrapped around him while he gently tightened his grip on Stiles' dick as he moved his hand a little quicker.]
[Stiles allowed himself to release a quiet cry, muffling it on Derek's cheek, cock hardening in the man's grasp. He rolled his hand, moving up and down Derek's shaft to tug at his balls, gently jerking him off.]
[In the frigid cold, while Derek's methods were...proving effective - quite, actually - Stiles felt like all of the warmth was concentrated on his dick. Still, warmth was warmth and he appreciated what the man was doing for him.
Then Derek kissed him, moaning softly, and a new wave of heat washed over him, lips moving languidly with Derek's. Stiles moved his hand a little faster, pushing his thigh against Derek to trap the man's hardening cock between them and rub against him firmly.] Derek...oh...fuck...
[It was true that jerking each other off didn't do as much to spread warmth as it would have if they weren't freezing, but it was helping.
The kiss, though, was helpful and Derek didn't pull away as Stiles kissed him back. Instead, he groaned against Stiles' mouth and bit at his bottom lip, hips jerking toward the friction as he tried to move his hand in time with Stiles'.]
[Stiles also appreciated how Derek hadn't laughed at how damn shriveled his balls were in the cold, trying to climb back into his freaking body.
Stiles swallowed the groan, sucking at Derek's mouth when he bit at Stiles' bottom lip. Derek's hips jerked, and Stiles made a slightly-obscene noise when Derek's hand synced with the rhythm, moving both of them in time and making the foam rustle - at least to Stiles' ears, being surrounded with it - ridiculously loudly.
Stiles let his hand drop from Derek's shaft to keep toying and teasing his balls, using his thigh to keep giving Derek the friction he needed.]
[Derek wasn't laughing at anything at that point. Not with how cold it had been and how it seemed to be getting warmer in the mattress with the two of them.
He finally moved his other hand from Stiles' hip to tease his balls, still quickly sliding one hand along his cock. The friction was much, much better than the cold had been and he lowered his head to press kisses along Stiles' neck, trying to spread more warmth along his body.]
[Oh it was definitely getting warmer, at least. However, considering Stiles could still see their combined, harsh breathing in the air, it wasn't warm enough quite yet.]
Derek, fuck... [Stiles breathed, arching his neck for the man while he increased his pace, squeezing his thighs around Derek's legs.]
[He nipped and kissed and licked at Stiles' neck and then at his shoulder and collarbone, breath harsh against his skin.
The sound of his name made him arch against Stiles and he pulled one hand away just long enough to hook at one thigh, dragging it up higher as if to urge Stiles to wrap his legs around him.]
[Stiles moaned at the attention from his neck down to his collarbone, and when Derek urged him to wrap his legs around the man, he complied, pulling Derek even closer. Derek's cock bumped against his ass, and Stiles ground down for a moment, rubbing Derek's shaft between his cheeks while he teased at Derek's balls.]
[Derek continued to toy with Stiles' balls as he shifted against him, wrapping his other hand around his cock again. With the slight shift in position, he moved, rocking himself so he was grinding against Stiles' ass.] Fuck...
[Stiles brought one hand around to hold himself to Derek, wrap around his back, and he gasped at the rocking, grinding up against his ass. That felt...good.
This time, Stiles did manage to find the warmth necessary for a dull blush, nudging his nose against Derek's, breathing heavily against the man's lips.] Derek god...that's...yes...
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You...m-must be cold... [Stiles whispered, fingertips grazing the hair there near his crotch, still watching Derek for any sign of disapproval.]
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[It wasn't a demand to stop, but it was an option.]
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Then Derek kissed him, moaning softly, and a new wave of heat washed over him, lips moving languidly with Derek's. Stiles moved his hand a little faster, pushing his thigh against Derek to trap the man's hardening cock between them and rub against him firmly.] Derek...oh...fuck...
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The kiss, though, was helpful and Derek didn't pull away as Stiles kissed him back. Instead, he groaned against Stiles' mouth and bit at his bottom lip, hips jerking toward the friction as he tried to move his hand in time with Stiles'.]
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Stiles swallowed the groan, sucking at Derek's mouth when he bit at Stiles' bottom lip. Derek's hips jerked, and Stiles made a slightly-obscene noise when Derek's hand synced with the rhythm, moving both of them in time and making the foam rustle - at least to Stiles' ears, being surrounded with it - ridiculously loudly.
Stiles let his hand drop from Derek's shaft to keep toying and teasing his balls, using his thigh to keep giving Derek the friction he needed.]
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He finally moved his other hand from Stiles' hip to tease his balls, still quickly sliding one hand along his cock. The friction was much, much better than the cold had been and he lowered his head to press kisses along Stiles' neck, trying to spread more warmth along his body.]
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Derek, fuck... [Stiles breathed, arching his neck for the man while he increased his pace, squeezing his thighs around Derek's legs.]
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The sound of his name made him arch against Stiles and he pulled one hand away just long enough to hook at one thigh, dragging it up higher as if to urge Stiles to wrap his legs around him.]
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This time, Stiles did manage to find the warmth necessary for a dull blush, nudging his nose against Derek's, breathing heavily against the man's lips.] Derek god...that's...yes...
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