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works/1145523.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      Christmas, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Rimming, Anal_Fingering,
      Anal_Sex, Top_Derek_Hale, Bottom_Stiles_Stilinski
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-01-21 Words: 1970
****** In the New Old-Fashioned Way ******
by linksofmemories
Summary
     “Is this a sin?”
     “Jesus Christ, Stiles.”
     “It feels like a sin.”
     “We’re making out under a tree, how is that sinful?”
     “It’s a Christmas tree; Baby Jesus might be watching us.”
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
“Is this a sin?”
“Jesus Christ, Stiles.”
“It feels like a sin.”
“We’re making out under a tree, how is that sinful?”
“It’s a Christmas tree; Baby Jesus might be watching us.”
Derek groaned, placing his forehead against Stiles’ neck and exhaling sharply.
It was Christmas Eve and they had managed to gain a few hours of privacy for
themselves. Christmas Day was about family, but Christmas Eve was about
everyone breaking off into groups to do something special.
It was the first Christmas Eve Stiles’ father had let him stay the night too,
despite Stiles still being 17. The Sheriff wasn’t an idiot though, he knew what
they did when they were alone, and Derek had lived through the embarrassing
lecture on safe sex, so now he had permission to do this. Permission to touch
Stiles and make him writhe under his hands and tongue and cock, and Godhe
wished Stiles didn’t interrupt anymore.
“Do you want to move to the bed?” Derek asked, more than happy to pick him up
and plop him down on the mattress on the other side of the room.
“No, this is fine,” Stiles insisted, looking into Derek’s eyes. “100% fine,
totally DTF.”
“DTF?”
“Down to fuck,” Stiles said. “As in you fucking me. Because that’s what I want.
Merry Christmas to me.”
“Should I put a bow on my dick?” Derek asked, hand snaking under Stiles’
(ridiculous, light-up) Christmas sweater.
“Well, I mean, if you want- aaaand you’re joking,” Stiles said. “I have to get
used to you joking, it’s throwing me off.”
Derek just rolled his eyes before leaning down to press their mouths together.
Stiles practically hummed into the kiss, arms moving up around Derek’s neck.
His hand moved further up Stiles’ sweater, thumb pressing down on one of his
nipples before rubbing in circles. Stiles made a small noise into his mouth,
hips moving up against their own volition.
They hadn’t been doing this for a while. Well, the dating thing was old news,
but the sex thing was more recent. As soon as feelings had been admitted,
Stiles had wanted to jump into bed with him immediately, but Derek had felt the
need to put it on hold. His past relationships had started with sex and Stiles
was a hormonal teenager. He needed time to realize that this was real and long-
lasting and he was happy that he did wait.
Especially since their first time was Stiles’ first time all together and he
hadn’t been so nervous since he was already comfortable with Derek. Even though
he kept insisting that he had researched enough to know what to do, but by the
end of it Derek was confident that he’d taught Stiles that experience is much
more important than Google.
“Where’d you even get this sweater?” Derek asked as he pushed it over Stiles’
head and tossed it across the room to God knew where.
“Goodwill.”
“I figured.”
His mouth went to Stiles’ chest, teeth scraping over a pink bud before his
tongue soothed it. Stiles’ long fingers found their way to his hair and a shaky
gasp made its way out from his lips. Derek looked up at him, loving what he
saw.
Stiles was so easy to make come undone. So simple to make blush and moan and
squirm. He was so sensitive in so many places that Derek wasn’t convinced he
had found all of the hidden spots. And they were Derek’s spots to find, no one
else’s. He knew it was unrealistic to think that Stiles wouldn’t find someone
else when he left for college, but the thought practically tore Derek apart. He
wanted to be the only person to see Stiles like this: breathless and warm and
all his.
Derek mouthed at his other nipple, hand going down to cup Stiles through his
jeans. He kissed Stiles again, squeezing his crotch and eliciting a moan
against his mouth.
“God, Derek.”
“Yeah?”
“Just, ugh, God.”
He chose to chuckle in response, kissing Stiles’ jaw before unfastening his
jeans. Stiles helped him push them off and Derek threw them in the general
direction where he had thrown the sweater. His boxers soon followed and then
Stiles was all his, blushing and avoiding Derek’s gaze as he just looked at
him.
“You’re doing it again.”
“Doing what?” Derek asked.
“The staring thing,” Stiles said. “I’m not sitting in the Louvre, no need to
ponder over me like I’m questioning your existential existence.”
“I’m not pondering,” Derek said, kissing the pale skin of Stiles’ hip. “I’m
thinking about all the things I want to do to you.”
“Like what?”
“Like this,” Derek said, lifting up one of Stiles’ thighs before moving down to
lap at his exposed hole.
That gained him a sharp gasp and a jolt of his hips. Derek just smirked,
getting closer and licking a broad, slow stripe over the puckered opening.
Stiles’ legs fell open more and a soft thunk told Derek that his head had
probably hit the floor. He massaged the skin of Stiles’ thigh before rubbing
his tongue over the hole, massaging the tiny bundle of nerves.
“Fuck, Derek,” Stiles cursed, his voice coming out like a pant. “Holy, nnh-
holy- fuck.”
“Good?” Derek asked, unable to keep his voice non-teasing.
“Obviously you- oh, shit.”
It was safe to say that he probably hadn’t been expecting Derek to make his
tongue into a point and thrust it just slightly into his hole. His body seemed
to jolt into shock for a moment before trembling slightly. He just kept at it
though, pushing his tongue in and out of Stiles until he was opening up so
easily under him.
“Fuck me,” Stiles breathed. “Seriously, Der, just- just put it in.”
Derek snorted, moving away to kiss the inside of his thigh. “Such a romantic.”
“Shut up,” Stiles said. “And why are you still wearing clothes?”
An easy smile made its way onto Derek’s lips as he grabbed the bottom of his
shirt, pulling it over his head. He leaned up and kissed Stiles’ forehead.
“I’ll be back in a second. Try not to miss me too much.”
Stiles rolled his eyes before Derek stood up and made his way to his bed,
opening up his nightstand to get a bottle of lube. On the way back over he
shucked off his pants, lying back down on top of Stiles and kissing him again.
“Miss me?”
“Terribly,” Stiles said. “But seriously you should-.”
“I know,” Derek said, uncapping the bottle before squeezing some lube onto his
fingers.
He brought his hand down between Stiles’ legs, massaging at his hole a bit
before slipping one finger inside.
“More,” Stiles said almost instantly, moving back against Derek’s finger.
“So impatient,” Derek said before complying and pressing his second finger
inside of him.
Derek pumped them a few times, getting Stiles comfortable with the stretch. He
seemed to be more than comfortable with it though, letting out a little moan
while his eyelids fluttered closed. His pink mouth fell open and Derek captured
it, curling the fingers just right inside of Stiles to get him to rub his cock
against Derek’s stomach.
“More,” he said against his mouth, eyes still shut.
“Greedy much?”
“Yeah,” Stiles said. “You’d be greedy too if you liked having a dick up your
ass as much as I do.”
“But I don’t.”
“No complaints here,” Stiles said. “More for me.”
Derek laughed, kissing Stiles again before pushing a third finger in. He was a
bit tighter, but Stiles made no noise of complaint, breathing heavily against
his mouth while letting out occasional soft moans.
“Want me to fuck you now?” Derek asked, pulling out his fingers before sharply
thrusting them back in.
“Fuck yeah,” Stiles groaned, pushing back against his hand.
“How much do you want it?”
He curled all three fingers against Stiles’ prostate, barely tapping it.
“So, so much,” Stiles breathed out, his voice sounding like one continuous moan
more than anything.
“You gonna beg for it?”
That got him a loud groan of frustration, making his slip his fingers out and
just rest against his hole.
“Oh God, please,” Stiles said, clearly not even caring about resisting.
“Please, Derek, I need you.”
His eyes were open again, dark amber with dilated pupils and looking up at him
with so much heat he could barely think. Derek grinned, kissing him again
before grabbing the bottle of lube and pouring some on his palm. He slicked
himself up and then pressed himself inside of Stiles.
Despite Stiles taking him well, he was still so tight, making Derek drop his
forehead against Stiles’ skin and groan. Stiles himself seemed to be incapable
of making noise for once, his head having fallen back and his mouth parted.
They stayed like that for a few moments, Derek willing himself to stay still
until Stiles gave him the okay to start moving.
“I keep forgetting your dick is bigger than my dildo,” Stiles said and Derek
let out a laugh, shaking his head.
“That’s good to know,” he said, giving an experimental thrust forward that let
out a high moan from Stiles. “Good?”
“So good,” Stiles nodded.
And that was all he needed to hear.
Derek grabbed Stiles’ hips in his hands before pulling back and thrusting
forward. One of Stiles’ hands found his shoulder, squeezing tightly as Derek
thrust into him again and again.
The best thing about fucking Stiles in his loft was that he didn’t hold back
any of the noises he made. Stiles was so responsive and loud that it would be a
shame to hold them back, but whenever they were at the Stilinski house he did.
Even if the Sheriff wasn’t home he was relatively quiet, years of not making
any noise while jerking off having been wired into his brain.
But now he was fucking beautiful, all flushed skin and soft noises and cursing
Derek’s name. His head was tilted back, mouth open as he moaned and groaned and
gasped and whined.
“Fuck, Stiles,” Derek groaned, picking up his pace as he bit down on Stiles’
neck.
Stiles bucked up against him, making Derek slip a little deeper inside while
his own cock rubbed against his abs. The grip Derek’s had on Stiles’ hips
tightened and fucked into him faster, making Stiles’ moans start to stutter.
He wasn’t surprised that it didn’t take long for them to come. They had been
teasing each other all night and neither one of them had been planning on this
being an hour of long sensuous fucking that led to one amazing orgasm. Even
though Derek wasn’t against that at all, actually liking the idea of
withholding an orgasm from Stiles until he was begging and shaking and that was
definitely a thought for another time.
“A+ for you,” Stiles said, his voice almost sleepy as he kissed Derek sloppily
on the mouth. “Like A+ with a gold star because you were built to fuck people.”
“More like built to fuck you,” Derek said, mouth still pressed against his as
he slipped out.
Stiles made a face at that, shoving him lightly on the shoulder. “You are so
cheesy.”
“It’s Christmas, I’m allowed to be cheesy.”
“That is true.”
They kissed again, just soft open mouth kisses while they both came down from
their high. Eventually they’d have to get up and clean themselves off, but
right now it was just about enjoying each other.
That was until a children’s choir of “Joy to the World” started to play.
They both looked across the room, seeing the lights on Stiles’ Christmas
sweater blink rapidly while the song played.
“It sings?” Derek asked.
“Uh, Merry Christmas?” Stiles said, looking at Derek and then bursting out
laughing at his unimpressed face.
End Notes
     Originally_posted_on_my_tumblr back on Christmas, but I figured I
     might as well post it here as well. Title is from "Rockin' Around the
     Christmas Tree" because I'm hilarious like that.
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