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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      bottom!Derek, hairy!Derek, Top!Stiles, Humiliation, Plot_What_Plot/Porn
      Without_Plot, Comeplay
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-06-26 Words: 1833
****** Happiness is a Warm Puppy ******
by badwolfbadwolf
Summary
     Stiles likes Derek un-shaved. And bent over his bed.
Notes
     The title is from Peanuts, and I feel like I'm wasting it here.
See the end of the work for more notes
“Come here, Derek,” Stiles says calmly, standing up from his bed and waving his
hand at the vacated spot on the crinkled sheets.
Derek looks at him hard, and for a split-second Stiles thinks he’s not going to
do it, that he’s just going to walk out and leave and stop playing.  But he’s
never stopped before.  Derek inclines his head, chin jutting out a bit, his
dark stubble shifting along his neck sleekly with the movement.  He’s graceful
when he walks, the wolf evident in the bunch of his muscles and the prideful
set to his mouth.  But he’s not too proud to obediently bend over and brace his
hands against the edge of the bed when Stiles points to it.
Stiles slides around behind him, barely touching, and reaches to grab hold of
Derek’s belt buckle.  “Am I going to like what I find under here, big boy?”
Derek grunts, always the less vocal one, always finding it difficult to voice
his thoughts.  “Yes,” he says succinctly, voice thick.
Pleased, Stiles smiles.  He works the leather tongue of the belt through the
buckle, the clacking noise sounding satisfying to his ears.  Then comes the
zipper, and Derek’s pants are so tight that Stiles has to shove them down with
both hands until they are trapped against the meaty thighs.  Stiles takes a
moment to examine Derek, runs his fingernails against the dark hair of his legs
and lets them scratch up Derek’s inner thighs.  He loves Derek’s hair; it
reminds him of the wolf that he is.  Derek used to be meticulously shaved, but
Stiles much prefers the thick hair.
Stiles’ fingers skate up further and tap against the bulge of Derek’s balls,
snug in his tight-fitting boxer briefs.  White, just like Stiles likes.
“Bend over more,” Stiles says quietly, pushing Derek down at the shoulder-
blades to encourage him.  He does, the big body bending gracefully, Derek
moving down to his forearms and head falling forward.  His black t-shirt rides
up and all Stiles can see is the tight stretch of Derek’s underwear over his
ass and Derek’s hips swaying very slightly as he tries to spread his legs more.
“Eager for it, aren’t you?” Stiles quips, sliding his index finger over the
elastic and dipping underneath as he reaches the inner crease of where hip
meets thigh.  “So desperate to bend over and whine for cock?”  The finger
slides lower, just pressing against the warm base of Derek’s balls and circling
around them loosely.  Stiles cups with his palm, giving a tug and is rewarded
with a deep growl from Derek.
“Stiles,” Derek grits out, face in his forearms and back arching.
“Hm?” Stiles purrs, moving his fingers upward and dragging his knuckle over
coarse hair and up against Derek’s tightened hole.
“Stop fucking teasing.”  Derek’s gruff voice is muffled into the sheets, and
Stiles laughs, yanking Derek’s underwear to the side and dropping the pad of
his finger right over Derek’s hole with just enough force to make him jump.
“I thought you were enjoying this,” Stiles says, loving the way Derek’s body is
seeming to coil with tension.  He remains obediently still, though, just
presses back with his hips and grunts.  Stiles stops to push up the sleeves of
his plaid shirt before moving back to Derek’s hips and pulling down on the
briefs.  He takes his time, watching the skin revealed to him and then kneading
the tight muscles to pull Derek apart.
“Very good boy,” Stiles praises as he rubs the back of his knuckle all along
the thick hair there and fondles Derek’s heavy balls.  He slides forward to dig
his fingers through the curly, dark hair at the base of Derek’s low-hanging
cock and gives it a tug, making Derek growl.  “I love my big, pouty wolf
bending over for me.  You need me so bad, don’t you, baby?  Tell me how bad you
want my dick up your ass.  Tell me how bad you want to take it, like the little
puppy that you are.  My little bitch, spreading his legs for me.  Aren’t you,
Der?”
Derek whimpers, gnawing at his wrist now, fighting to keep his hips still as
Stiles paws at him.  “Yeah, want you to—”  Derek struggling to make a sentence
has got to be one of Stiles’ favorite things, the sight of his muscles bunched
and trembling just for him making Stiles throb in his pants.
“To what, Der?” Stiles says, dropping his hands to unzip his own pants and let
them fall off his hips.  He palms his dick, already ridiculously hard, and does
only a few strokes so as to nut off before he gets inside that tight ass.  He
grabs at the lube on the nightstand table, nearly fumbling it to the floor in
his haste but making a quick recovery.  “Want me to just shove it in you, force
you open?  To fuck your tight hole ‘til you’re all sloppy?  Slap that nice big
cock of yours while I’m fucking you ‘til you cry?”
Slowly, Stiles works in a lubed-up finger, Derek warm and clenching around him.
 Stiles watches it slide in with fascination, twisting it in a tight circle
while Derek twitches a foot in a way that is so like a puppy that Stiles bites
back a grin.  Derek’s muscles coil and tremble, and Stiles puts a soothing hand
on his rump.
“Shhh, relax, baby,” Stiles says as he pulls out partly and drags his finger to
the side, opening Derek up enough to get in another finger beside the first.
 He presses down on Derek’s back with his other hand, holding him in place as
his fingers search inside for that spongy, sensitive little spot and mentally
fist-pumping when his fingertips make Derek absolutely shudder.
“Stiles,” Derek whispers in a broken, stuttering way.  He scrunches his eyes
closed, head laying flat on the bed, and mouth open and wet.  “Please.”
“Okay, yeah.  Yeah,” Stiles agrees, mercifully removing the press of his
fingers and scrambling with the lube.  He slicks himself up as quick as
possible, pulling back on the skin with each tug and fucking into the circle of
his fist with a grunt while looking at Derek’s puffy, waiting hole.
“Come on, big boy.  Up on the bed.”  He herds Derek with a slap to his thighs,
loving the way he scrambles up over the sheets, a bit awkward in his movement
with most of his clothes still on.  Stiles helps Derek shimmy out of his pants
and then Derek immediately sinks down with his shoulders, cheek pressed flat to
the mattress and ass pushed up.
“I have you trained so good,” Stiles says as he steps out of his khakis, not
bothering to take off his shirt.  “Look at your needy little hole, presented to
me like such a good little puppy.”  Lining up the shiny head of his cock,
Stiles presses in with just the tip, closing his eyes as Derek tightens around
him beautifully.  “Push down for me, baby.  Open up for my cock.”
Stiles can feel the loosening of muscles and eases in further, both of them
groaning at the tight squeeze.  The thrusts are slow at first, Stiles careful
until Derek seemed to melt into the sheets more, fingers loosening from their
white-knuckled grip on Stiles’ pillow.
“Yeah, okay.  Do it.  Fuck me.”  Derek always gets right to the point, and
Stiles grins and obliges, clawing happily at Derek’s hips and beginning to fuck
with teenage abandon.  Stiles doesn’t have nearly as much experience as Derek
at fucking—or being fucked—but he feels like he makes up for it with exuberance
and a lot of really, really dirty talk.  Derek seems to like it anyways,
growling like a wild animal and arching backwards to fuck back on Stiles’ dick.
They listen to the dirty-wet sounds of sex, Stiles' balls slapping hard against
Derek, the squelch of lube loud between them before Stiles picks up his motor-
mouth of filth.
“Love the spread of your tight, gorgeous ass.  Want to get you all dirty,
soaked with my come.  Want everyone to smell it on you.  Want them to know
you’re my good little pet wolf.”
Derek stills as Stiles bends down and wraps an arm around his shoulder, Stiles
fisting in the t-shirt and starting to hump his hips down at such a tight angle
that Stiles sees stars.  He feels the slow build of his orgasm creeping over
his skin, Derek’s ass squeezing him just the right way, and his little animal
mewls making Stiles’ brain short out.
“Love your hole, baby.  Love you.  Fuck—” Stiles cuts off sharply as he comes,
hips stuttering as he empties out hotly, filling Derek up and gasping with his
eyes screwed shut.  “Yeah, baby.  Take my come like the good little pet that
you are.” He has Derek pressed down all the way into the mattress now, reaching
between to jerk Derek off quickly and crying out when Derek clenches down on
him hard.
Derek is quiet in his orgasm, his big body shuddering beneath Stiles, and
Stiles loves watching it flit over Derek’s handsome face.  The wolf's mouth
hangs open, arms stretched out, and when he finally flutters his eyelids open
he looks dazed and sleepy, eyes a vivid blue.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” Stiles says, breathless at the man spread out under
him, plugged up with his cock.
Derek closes his eyes briefly and when they open back up, they are flickering
back to his normal hazel-green.  Sweat makes his hair stick down to his
forehead and his shoulders are bunched, the black triskele tattoo rippling as
he shifts his weight beneath Stiles.
“Come here,” Derek says, voice raw from all the whimpering.  Stiles bends down
to kiss Derek fully on the lips, the first time all night.  Derek is soft, lips
plush and swollen from biting on them, and he opens up easily  to Stiles’
licking tongue.  Stiles can feel himself slip out as he angles for a better fit
of their lips, and Derek rolls over beneath him until Stiles falls awkwardly on
top.
“I like when you’re hairy,” Stiles says happily into Derek’s mouth, moving his
hand down to shift up Derek’s come-soaked shirt and rub the sticky fluid into
the thick trail of hair that leads downward.
“You’re so dirty,” Derek says, barking out a soft laugh as Stiles tickles
against his abs inadvertently.
“Yeah,” Stiles replies breathily, slipping his fingers into the dark curls
surrounding Derek’s dick, scratching with his fingernails.  He crawls down
Derek’s torso to lap at the streaks of come sloppily, tonguing in the grooves
between his abs and making Derek heave with laughter.
“Love you,” Stiles says into Derek’s belly-button, licking into the little
puddle that is pooled there.
“You too,” Derek replies.  
Stiles smiles, taking Derek’s softening cock into his mouth and sucking him dry
until Derek makes a very undignified noise that rings out in Stiles’ bedroom.
 
End Notes
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