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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Stiles_Stilinski, Derek_Hale
  Additional Tags:
      Knotting, Rough_Sex, Anal_Plug, Marking, Scent_Marking, Scenting, Biting,
      Porn_With_Plot, Porn, Literally_solid_porn
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-11-14 Chapters: 1/3 Words: 1409
****** It's true, I crave you ******
by Lady_Aya
Summary
     He walked into the room dripping in sweat, the sound of his panting
     echoing off the walls.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Friday Night
He walked into the room dripping in sweat, the sound of his panting echoing off
the walls. His need for Stiles was tangible in the air. Nearly vibrating with
unrestrained need, Derek paced the room, listening to hum of the Jeep as it
ascended the hill. He heard the door slam and foot falls on the stairs. He
crouched low to the side of the door when the knob turned.
Stiles walked into the room ready for a whole weekend with Derek, their first
full moon weekend together. The alpha had warned him that things would be more
intense than normal and he was beyond excited to find out what that meant
exactly. He stepped into Derek’s room ready to greet his boyfriend with his
usual hyper-active antics when he was tackled onto the bed. He could feel
Derek's solid form plastered to his back as his clothes were slowly sliced off
his body. Tearing sounds fill the room as Derek’s claws ripped through Stiles’
jeans and briefs, exposing just how excited he was for this weekend.
“A plug, really, Stiles?” Derek grinned, tapping at the base of the plug before
pulling it out steadily. “That must mean you’re all slick and ready for me,
then?” Stiles nodded wordlessly and that’s all Derek needed before he lost
himself in his mate.
He pulled Stiles onto his dick like the boy belonged there. Rough and hard. No
question to the desire pulsing through his veins. His need for release hard and
fast and now. The squeak that his mate let out went through his mind, a minor
passing detail as Stiles' tight, clenching muscles massaged his cock. He barely
let Stiles breathe before he shifted them both, spreading the boy as wide as
his legs could and pulling him to the edge of the bed. He bent Stiles’ knees
and pushed down on his back, smirking at the frog-like position his mate was in
before plunging himself back inside and shuddering. He craved this feeling all
day, like a hit from a drug. Derek was an addict and Stiles his dealer, his
drug, his addiction. The moans he heard within these walls were enough to keep
him coming again and again. Let alone the feeling within Stiles. There was
nothing on Earth comparable.
He grabbed the teen’s hips and bucked up into him, cock thrust directly into
Stiles’ prostate. The teen tried to push back into him but he held his hips
tighter and moved his left hand to his neck, holding him firmly in place on the
bed. Next round was all about worshipping his mate. This round was all about
Derek and his hunger to mark, scent, claim, dominate Stiles. He pounded into
the wet heat, determined to ruin Stiles for anyone else but him.
“Derek, fuck—please, Derek.”
He shifted his angle slightly higher, knowing that every thrust would ram right
into Stiles’ prostate. He sped up his pace, plundering the boy beneath him.
Every slap on his hips against the teen’s ass was met with a short but
alarmingly loud moan and a breathy, needy curse. Sounds he heard in his dreams,
sounds he wanted to hear over and over. Sounds he needed like air. He craved.
Sounds he wanted more of right the fuck now. He stopped thrusting altogether,
holding Stiles’ hips so he couldn’t move himself on Derek’s cock.
“You want it?”
“Fuck, yes. Yes I want it. I wanted it before you stopped. So get with the un-
stopping.”
Derek raised his eyebrow. He was aware the boy couldn’t see it but that didn’t
stop him from doing it anymore than the need to hear Stiles demand to be fucked
stopped him from continuing. He held his silence.
“Come on, Derek. Who just stops after practically fucking someone –through- a
bed?”
He licked his lips. Yeah, he had almost fucked Stiles through the mattress.
Leaning down he licked over the boy’s shoulder blades, biting and sucking marks
next to moles and freckles. Humming as he licked up Stiles’ spine, he waited
for the teen to break. It shouldn’t be too much longer. Squeezing his hand
around Stiles’ hip hard enough to leave a bruise and biting his neck, Stiles
snapped.
“Fuck me. Derek, please just fuck me. Now, right now. Derek, I swear to god if
you don’t attempt to break this bed by the sheer force of thrusting into me—“
Stiles screamed. He didn’t moan. He didn’t whimper, yell, groan, shout. He
screamed. Screamed out Derek’s name as the alpha plowed into him. The head
board slammed into the wall with repeated force, thumping rhythmically with his
thrusts. He couldn’t wait, he needed to claim his mate. His grip on Stiles’ hip
and neck grew tighter as he reached his peak, just as he felt himself swelling.
There. That’s what they’d been waiting for. Derek felt the pinch of his knot
expanding at the base of his dick and he lost himself in compulsion to get it
into Stiles.
He released the boy’s neck, placing both hands on Stiles’ hips. He jerked the
teen onto his knot, popping it past the tight ring of muscles there and seating
himself inside of the constricting heat. Derek was completely gone, his mind
surrendering to his wolf. Feeding off the energy in the room, the wolf rutted
into its mate as if was in heat and breeding its bitch. They both held back,
Derek and the wolf, desperate for this to last. This need, this craving, the
high before the fall. The feeling of release before they climaxed and claimed
their mate.
His stomach muscles contracted and he came. Derek drove his hips in as far as
he could, shooting his seed as deep inside of Stiles as possible. Marking his
mate as his. Wave after wave pulsed out of him as Derek furrowed into the boy,
grinding his hips in over and over. He could feel his come around his cock,
flooding Stiles while his knot locked it inside the boy.
The steady whining underneath him brought him back. He shoved a hand between
Stiles and the mattress, tugging on his swollen, throbbing length. The boy
thrust into his hand twice and clenched around his cock so hard that Derek
surged forward, expelling another stream of come inside the boy. Stroking and
fucking Stiles’ through his orgasm, Derek felt the flow of come slowing as his
knot began to deflate. He rode out the last throes of their orgasms before
reaching over to the nightstand and grabbing the plug they set aside from
earlier.
“I’m gonna pull out now, okay?”
“Mmmmrf…”
“I’ll take that as a yes, then?” Derek smiled as he slid himself out and tilted
Stiles’ hips up, careful not to spill a drop. He licked at the reddened hole,
scenting himself strongly and easing the plug into the boy. He gently urged
Stiles back down onto the bed and rolled him onto his back. Leaning up, he
caught Stiles’ lips, biting kisses and licking a claim into his mate’s mouth.
The moan in reply had Derek’s cock twitching for more. He slid his hands down
to the boy’s slightly distended stomach, stroking softly at the firm bump.
“Fuck, Stiles.”
A whimper and moan were his only responses and he dropped his lips to kiss
along the extended bulge in Stiles’ stomach. Licking and sucking down the boy’s
stomach, the alpha took the teen into his mouth gently, knowing Stiles would
still be sensitive. He tasted the salty, earthy flavor of Stiles and couldn’t
stop, even when Stiles whined in protest. He needed more. Wanted Stiles’ come
on his tongue, even if that meant coaxing it out of the boy.
Throwing an arm over the teen’s hips, Derek sucked in earnest, winning a sob
from Stiles. He played with the toy, turning it inside the boy, pulling it out
just enough for the largest part at the base to pop past Stiles’ tight ring and
then shoving it right back in. He deep throated the Stiles' dick while fucking
him with the plug. He felt the boy’s hands in his hair, clinging and grasping
as he reached another orgasm. Being so close to the last one, Derek didn’t get
much more than precome in his mouth and down his throat when Stiles climaxed.
He pulled back licking his lips greedily.
He pinned the boy to the mattress with glowing red eyes.
End Notes
     It's my first Sterek and my first fic on AO3. I'm planning for this
     to have three parts so review if you like or have requests for
     'Saturday' and 'Sunday' the next two parts, let me know.
     Thanks to Blackratchet for the beta.
     Based on this song :http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZeaIvjoH1FY
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