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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      First_Time, Sex_Toys, Intercrural_Sex, Breathplay, mild_D/s_themes,
      Mentions_of_knotting
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-05-27 Words: 2158
****** As Red As Your Eyes ******
by mysecretashes
Summary
     When Stiles gets home from school, there's a package on his porch and
     Derek in his room. Things escalate from there.
Notes
     Written for Challenge 5 at Mating_Games.
The package is on the porch when he gets home from school.
Stiles draws in a sharp breath, glancing around to make sure none of the
neighbors are hanging around, waiting to ask what's in the plain brown box.
There's no one there, of course, but he snatches it up and stumbles inside
anyway, clutching it to his chest. His heart is pounding and he leans back
against the front door for a moment to catch his breath. Dad won't be home
until late, which gives him the entire afternoon to himself.
He locks the front door and takes the stairs two at a time, flinging his
backpack to the floor as soon as he enters his room.
"Are you okay?"
"Shit, fuck!" Stiles yells, startling so hard he fumbles with the box and loses
his grip.
Derek – fucking creeper, hiding in Stiles' room when he isn't even there –
catches it, because of course he does. He raises an eyebrow and watches as
Stiles tries not to go into cardiac arrest.
"Oh my god, what the hell," Stiles finally says when he can catch his breath.
His heart is still pounding, though, because Derek is still here, holding the
box with Stiles' brand new dildo in it.
Fuck.
"Your heart's been going crazy since you were downstairs," Derek says, shaking
the box a little. "Is it because of this? What is it?"
"It's nothing," Stiles says, probably a little too quickly, trying to reach for
the box. "Why are you here?"
Derek narrows his eyes and steps back, moving the box out of reach. "It smells
like silicone."
"Oh my god," Stiles says again, and runs one hand down his hot face.
"Seriously, why are you here?"
Derek doesn't answer, and when Stiles risks dropping his hand to look at him he
can't help but groan. There's an evil, evil smirk spreading its way across
Derek's face.
"Really, Stiles?"
"Yes, really," Stiles says through gritted teeth. "Now, if you could please
leave –"
Derek sets the box on Stiles' desk, but instead of moving towards the window he
taps his – claws, those are definitely claws – against the top of the box. His
expression is considering and, if Stiles had to label it, almost nervous.
"Would you show me?"
Stiles blinks. "You want to see my dildo."
"No." Derek's eyes darken. "I want to see you use it."
What.
Stiles makes a strangled noise, wincing as his dick goes rock hard at the
visual Derek's words are giving him. He darts his tongue out over his lips,
breath catching when Derek's eyes drop to his mouth. His heart hasn't slowed
down at all, and he only notices that his hands are trembling when he goes to
scratch awkwardly at his elbow.
"Um. Why? I mean, I'm not saying no, I just. Don't understand?"
Derek hesitates, and for the first time since Stiles walked in he looks
uncomfortable. He scowls, shrugging slightly. "You're a pain in the ass, but –
fuck, you're seventeen. I'm not going to wax philosophic about my extremely
inappropriate feelings for you, Stiles."
Stiles gapes, stunned. "You like me. And you want to watch me –"
Derek rolls his eyes, but a flash of something Stiles might call insecurity
crosses his face. "Yeah, I do. If that's okay with you."
Stiles stares at him for a moment, trying to process this new information. He
thinks that Derek is asking more than to just watch; he's asking if maybe
Stiles feels the same way. Glancing between Derek and the box, Stiles swallows
hard and reaches for the hem of his t-shirt.
"Open it," he says, voice hoarse, and drags his shirt over his head.
Derek lets out a shuddering breath and immediately slices through the tape on
top with one claw. He opens the flaps, reaching in to pull out the bright red
cock and the premium bottle of lube Stiles had ordered with it. It looks
obscene in his hand, and Stiles is reminded of why he picked that color when
Derek's eyes flash red.
When Stiles is naked – holy god, he's naked in front of Derek – he clears his
throat and grabs the dildo and lube out of Derek's hands, climbing onto the
bed. Derek doesn't take his eyes off of Stiles as he settles in the desk chair,
sitting low with his legs splayed out in front of him. It's sexy as fuck, and
Stiles groans when he sees the outline of Derek's dick through his jeans,
obviously hard.
There's no way he'll be able to keep it together if he can see Derek while he's
doing this, so he rolls over onto his stomach. His ass is in Derek's direct
line of sight, and he flushes hotly when he hears Derek make a noise that
sounds appreciative.
Stiles has been using his fingers while masturbating for ages now, so it's
nothing to pour a little lube on them and work them in. He starts with one but
it isn't long before he's up to three, breathing harshly through his mouth as
he works himself open, his hips rocking against the bed. He's hyper-aware of
Derek behind him, watching as Stiles' fingers pump in and out of his hole.
"Come on," Derek says, and it comes out hoarse and almost desperate. "Use the
cock, Stiles. I want to see it stretch you open."
"Jesus fuck," Stiles groans, dick giving a hard twitch. He pulls his fingers
free and reaches for the dildo he'd set next to him on the bed, slicking it
with a generous amount of lube. He presses the tip against his hole, pausing to
take a deep breath and say, "I've never done this before, so if I'm not any
good at it I'm sorry."
Stiles doesn't wait for Derek's answer, pushing the cock past his rim. It burns
and he grunts, but he doesn't stop, working it in slowly with gentle little
thrusts.
"Fuck," Derek breathes, and Stiles hears the sound of his zipper. "You've never
– in front of someone or at all?"
"At all," Stiles manages, twisting the cock as he pushes it deeper. His fingers
suddenly brush against his stretched hole and he groans, realizing he's got the
entire thing inside of him. "I heard – are you touching yourself?"
"Yeah," Derek says, sounding strained. "You look so good like that. You've got
that entire cock inside of you, and you're taking it so well. I can see you
stretched around it. How does it feel?"
"Fucking huge," Stiles says, and chokes out a laugh. "If you keep talking like
that I'm going to come before I have a chance to even enjoy it."
He doesn't wait for Derek to say anything else, dragging the cock out slowly
and pushing it back in with a bit more force than before. A broken sound tears
its way out of his throat, sparks flying up his spine, and he can't stop the
full body shudder that goes through him.
"Oh my god, I wish this was you," Stiles says before it even registers that
he's going to, eyes fluttering shut. "Is your dick bigger than this one, Derek?
I bet it is."
Derek swears again, and Stiles hears the desk chair creak. He thinks Derek is
just getting into his own fun, until he feels the bed dip behind him. His eyes
fly open but before he can twist to look behind him he feels Derek's hand land
flat between his shoulder blades.
"Do you want me to fuck you, Stiles?" Derek says, and his other hand wraps
around Stiles' wrist, pulling it off the base of the cock. "Do you want my dick
inside of you?"
"Oh fuck," Stiles gasps as Derek grips his hips with both hands and hauls him
up onto his knees. "Y-yes, god, so much. Please fuck me."
"Not this time," Derek says, pressing his body against Stiles'. He's still
fully dressed except for his dick, which is a hot, hard line against Stiles'
thigh.
Stiles doesn't get a chance to ask if there's going to be a next time – all
evidence points to yes, anyway – because Derek reaches for Stiles' dick with
one hand, wrapping his fingers tightly around the base, and grabs the end of
the dildo with the other. That's all the warning there is before he starts
fucking Stiles with it, hard and fast.
"Fu – uck," Stiles chokes out, back arching and dick giving a hard twitch. If
Derek's grip on it wasn't so iron-tight he would be coming right now.
"Yeah," Derek breathes. "Look at you. First time anything's been in your ass
and you fucking love it."
Stiles can't answer, mouth parted on a long, silent gasp, Derek continuously
fucking the cock into him without letting up at all. He's shaking, dick
painfully hard, and as soon as he's able to catch his breath he starts making
embarrassing high-pitched noises, his hands twisting so hard in his sheets he
thinks he hears them rip.
Derek groans and the dildo suddenly stops moving at all, shoved deep. Stiles
wants to complain but all of his words seem to have disappeared. Derek lets go
of his dick, making Stiles whimper, and moves more fully behind him.
"Legs together," Derek says, tapping the outside of Stiles' thighs.
Stiles shuffles awkwardly, trying to obey, the cock inside of him shifting and
making him groan. Derek reaches for the discarded bottle of lube and Stiles can
hear the slick sound of it as he spreads it over his dick. When Stiles' knees
are pressed tightly together, Derek straddles his legs and grips his hips,
sliding his dick between Stiles' thighs, nudging against his balls and rubbing
along the underside of his cock.
Stiles whines, and Derek presses the fingers of one hand against the base of
the dildo, holding it in place. His other hand slides up Stiles' stomach to his
chest, and pulls him up so that they're pressed together, Derek's shirt oddly
cool against Stile's skin. Stiles groans and drops his head back against
Derek's shoulder – and Derek's hand continues sliding up, until it's wrapped
lightly around Stiles' throat.
"Is this okay?" Derek asks, and when Stiles nods frantically he tightens his
grip until Stiles' breath is coming short and shallow. There are sharp pricks
against his skin where Derek's claws are sliding out, and Stiles digs his
fingers into the denim of Derek's jeans.
Derek starts snapping his hips, his dick sliding slick between Stiles' thighs,
dragging along his balls and the tip hitting the base of Stiles' cock. Derek's
fingers are still pressed to the base of the dildo, and he can't fuck Stiles
with it like before but the slight movement he does manage is driving Stiles
insane. There's a hot buzzing under his skin, his eyes half-closed and lips
parted as he drags in sharp, quick breaths against the pressure on his throat.
"So beautiful," Derek murmurs, mouthing over Stiles' shoulder. "I'm going to
fuck you properly next time, shove my dick so far in your ass you'll feel it
for days afterward. Fill you with my come, maybe one day you'll let me knot you
–"
Stiles hadn't realized that was even a possibility, but as soon as his
pleasure-hazy mind wraps around the words he's done for, his untouched dick
throbbing and pulsing as he comes everywhere. Derek growls, hand disappearing
from Stiles' throat as he moves it to the back of his neck and shoves his face
down against the bed. He pulls the dildo out of Stiles' ass and then presses
the tip of his dick to his open hole, coming against it. Hot liquid splashes
into Stiles, some of it sliding down over his balls, and Stiles whimpers as his
dick gives a twitch, because fuck that's hot.
Derek groans, rubbing his dick through the mess and dipping two fingers into
Stiles' hole, pushing more come inside. Finally he shifts away, collapsing onto
the bed beside Stiles and staring at him through heavy-looking eyes. Stiles
lets himself tip over, sprawling half on Derek and half on the bed.
"Can you really knot me?" Stiles asks, and fuck, his voice sounds wrecked.
Derek smiles, slow and wicked, and buries one hand in Stiles' hair, gripping
tight and pulling him into a hard kiss. Stiles whimpers, opening his mouth for
Derek's tongue, and has almost forgotten his question when Derek pulls back and
nips at his bottom lip.
"I can, if you want me to."
Stiles shudders. "Fuck yes."
Derek's smile turns soft and happy, and something twists in Stiles' chest. He
buries his nose against Derek's neck and breathes him in.
"I hope you realize you're never getting rid of me now."
Derek huffs, and cards his fingers through Stiles' hair. "Idiot," he says, but
it sounds fond.
Stiles grins and stretches, rubbing his mostly soft dick against Derek's hip.
"So how long until you're ready for round two?"
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