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works/4035448.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski, Sheriff_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      Oral_Sex, Anal_Sex, Under-negotiated_Kink, Exhibitionism, Crying_During
      Sex, Multiple_Orgasms
  Series:
      Part 4 of Let's_Talk_About_Sex,_Baby.
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-05-29 Words: 1954
****** freshened up from baby faced shame ******
by Baby_Droll
Summary
     he can hear the sheriff shuffling around downstairs, which only makes
     him move faster, trying to make the scream stuck in stiles' throat
     come out.
Notes
     title from the very song that inspired this, "i want you" by kings of
     leon. if you ever want to know how i discovered that song, it's a fun
     story and i love to tell it. unbeta'd as always because i'm an awful
     person with a god complex. can i go to hell for this? point out any
     mistakes and i'll fix them.
It's 3 AM when Stiles' window slides open, letting in the syrupy summer air and
the sharp smell of cut grass.
Derek tumbles in, eyes flashing when he realizes Stiles is still awake.
He's spread out on his back, limbs akimbo, and a small white fan circulating
hot air and white noise. He turns his head towards his alarm clock and then
back towards Derek. "You were supposed to be here hours ago, y'know, when my
dad wasn't here? He goes to work in about forty minutes, he'll be up soon." 
Derek shrugs. "I was busy.", he replies as he points to the tear in his shirt
that frames a section of tanned but healed skin. It's the morning after the
full moon, and Derek was out with Scott and Isaac.
Stiles sits up on the edge of his bed, skin flushing as Derek walks towards him
and runs a hand down his face, thumb stopping on his bottom lip. There's a sort
of heated purpose in the way Derek gazes at him, and he can't help but to run
his tongue across the finger slowly working it's way into his mouth. Derek
steps back, shedding his shoes and socks and Stiles moves back to let him into
bed, but he pads away towards the bedroom door. Shortly after, Stiles hears the
noise of the water turning on in the bathroom. He rolls over, finds the lube,
gets to work and waits.
 
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Stiles is dozing off when Derek gets back. His pale skin is flushed from the
heat, and his sweats are low on his hips, hastily pulled up. He cracks one
honey colored eye at the door when it opens, and flips the thin sheet back from
the side of the bed so Derek can slide in closest to the wall. He jumps when
Derek's hands settle low on his hips, pulling him back towards the hard line of
heat coming from from Derek's cock as it presses against him. Suddenly the
sweat working it's way down almost every inch of his body grows cold, and he
arches his back to lean his head back on Derek's shoulder and press a sloppy
kiss to his mouth, sucking and nibbling on Derek's bottom lip as he works his
sweats down. 
 
Derek slides onto his back, pulling Stiles on top of him, and sending the fan
crashing onto the ground. Stiles scrambles to replace it on the top of his desk
before the noise wakes his dad up, but judging from the creaking slowly working
it's way towards his door, it's too late. The door doesn't open, but his dad
knocks softly, calling out his name. 
"Stiles? Everything okay in there?" 
"Yeah, everything is fine, I just kicked over my fan.", Stiles replies,
swatting Derek's wandering hands away from him. Derek spreads one large, warm
hand across his ass, pressing in and searching towards his prostate. Derek's
other hand is slowly but surely working his half hard cock until it swells,
bouncing towards his bellybutton as Derek lets him to to reach for more lube.
Once he finds what he's looking for, he presses an open mouthed kiss to Stiles'
collarbone and works his away down Stiles' chest, biting and kissing as he
goes. He runs his hands up and down Stiles' thighs, pressing kisses to the
crease where his thigh meets his groin. 
Stiles presses the meat of his thumb into his mouth and tries not to moan too
loudly as his father walks away from his door. But instead of heading back to
his room, his foot steps fade downstairs and into the living room right under
Stiles' bedroom. Suddenly there's only a thin layer of floor between him and
his father bursting into his room and seeing him with a former murder suspect's
mouth around his dick.
His father jokes all the time that being in the living room is like being in
Stiles' bedroom with him, just because of how thin the floors are. Stiles
swallows a gasp when Derek sucks tenderly at the head of his cock, slurping up
precome and then slowly working his way down, meeting Stiles' glance with
supernaturally blue eyes as he does so. He works his other hand back under
Stiles, tapping at his thigh so he'll spread his legs and lie flat on his back.
Derek presses the flat, smooth surface of his wide tongue against the throbbing
vein of Stiles' cock and then presses his wide fingers back into Stiles,
working his fingers and spreading them, before searching up, until Stiles is
grinding up into the wet, velvet heat of his mouth, trying not to bite through
the side of his arm to keep quiet. 
 
He's leaving trails of shiny spit across his arm as he bites down trying to
keep quiet, but it's like Derek is doing everything he can to wrench even the
tiniest of noises out of him. He sits up again, stomach straining and jumping
at the sharp knot of pleasure settling in his groin. 
"You do realize that if it gets too loud in here, with some of the activities
that are-ah, happening currently, that not only will my dad be able to hear us,
but he'll, fuck, probably open the door and see? I don't actually want this
relationship to end in your, shit, death, contrary to-hng- popular belief.",
Stiles chokes out, hips jumping up when Derek presses down, lips meeting the
base of Stile's cock. His eyes are watering and his throat is working around
the head of Stiles' sensitive cock. 
 
Derek pulls off his cock with a loud slurp, and pulls his fingers out of Stiles
altogether, before hitching Stiles' legs up and pressing the head of his cock
in with a shaking hand to steady himself. He leans over, and presses a kiss to
Stiles' swollen lips, and then to his neck and his collarbone. 
 
"I guess you'll just have to stay quiet", he grunts, pushing in slowly until
their bodies meet. He braces his left forearm on the side of Stiles' head and
puts one hand on Stiles' left hip and pulls back until just the tip of his cock
is in Stiles, and then he thrusts forward, over and over again as Stiles slides
up his cheap cotton sheets with the movement. Stiles goes quiet and cross-eyed
when Derek thrusts in deep, and slows down to a deep, dirty grind, hips rolling
and rubbing his cock right across Stiles' prostate.
His face goes slack with pleasure as Derek leans down and buries his head in
the crook of Stiles' neck, snuffling his own moans into the damp skin there. 
Stiles arches his back, coming up to meet Derek's thrusts as he comes. His full
body shudders and he bites down on the first patch of skin he can sink his
teeth into to muffle the yell he lets out as Derek wraps a hand around his
sensitive cock, pumping out the final bursts of come onto his stomach and as
far as the bottom of his chest. His body shudders and shakes as he comes down
from his orgasm. Derek is still thrusting into him, and his cock gives a feeble
twitch.
His nerves are pulled taut and ready to snap, as he feels Derek's arms come up
and wrap around him. Now the little self control that was helping him hold back
his noises is gone, and all he can feel is the sensation of Derek's cock
filling him up. He can't really hear himself through the haze of pleasure that
comes over him, but he knows that whatever it is is too loud. He's mumbling
curse words into the side of Derek's neck, through the hot breaths and moans
that are being pushed out of him. He's trying his hardest to stay quiet still,
but it's almost like Derek is doing it intentionally.
The louder he gets, the faster and the deeper Derek fucks into him, and he can
feel the sharp pinprick of Derek's claws against his skin. He can feel tears
gathering in the corner of his eyes from the overwhelming sensation of pleasure
rushing through his body as Derek lines up his cock and thrusts into him over
and over again, slowly and tortuously. If they were alone, he'd be yelling loud
enough for the neighbors to hear, and holding that back is killing him. He can
hear his dad moving around downstairs, getting ready for an early morning
shift. 
Derek can hear the sheriff shuffling around downstairs, which only makes him
move faster, trying to make the scream stuck in Stiles' throat come out. The
sounds of the coffee machine turning on filter in from below them and the quiet
whirring of the kitchen ceiling fan coming to life only makes the silence in
the house stand out more. To the sheriff, there are only two people in his
house, himself and his sleeping son. 
Derek pauses, as he hears the floor creak in the patch of wooden floor right by
Stiles' bedroom floor. Stiles whines, but Derek puts a hand over his mouth as
he hears the shower start running in the bathroom next door. He sits back on
his haunches, pulling Stiles into his lap. His hips are still flush with
Stiles' but he's still, only grinding his hips slowly, just to see the flush
spread down Stiles' neck and chest. His entire body is going pink with the
effort of holding back the noises he so desperately wants to let out. His
breath catches and he hiccups a little with a quiet sob as Derek starts moving
again, thrusting up into him.
Stiles collapses forward onto him, and there's a hot, damp patch on Derek's
shoulder from his mouth that is open in a choked, low moan. He's letting out a
little "ah, ah, ah", and it's getting louder and louder with each thrust. Derek
knows he has a grin worthy of the Cheshire Cat on his face, and the louder
Stiles gets, the harder his cock gets as he fucks him into another orgasm. This
time Stiles scrapes his blunt nails across Derek's back and shoulders as his
body seizes up and his toes curl and cramp. He can't help the slight yell he
lets out as Derek comes with a growl shortly after him, pulsing, hot and wet
inside of him. They both collapse back onto the bed with a dull thump as Derek
pulls out slowly. Stiles wants to move his leg but his entire bottom half is
still numb with pleasure and he can't catch his breath enough to wipe away at
the come dripping down the back of his thighs. 
Derek pulls him close and rearranges the fan so it's facing closer to the bed
and as it blows over them, the sheen of sweat on their skin dries and Stiles
shivers. Derek is nuzzling into the back of Stiles' neck, reveling in their
combined scents. 
"Just so you know, I'm getting you back for this. I know exactly what you were
trying to do.", he says, grinning weakly when he feels Derek freeze behind
him. 
"I wasn't trying to do anything but make you happy.", Derek replies. 
"You were trying to get us caught, you sick bastard. Just for that I'm getting
a window lock.", Stiles says rolling onto his side so he can glare at Derek
over his shoulder, but it doesn't last long when Derek captures his mouth in a
kiss. 
"I'd just use the door", Derek says, pulling away. 
"Then I'll lock the door, asshole.", Stiles yawns around the edge of his
sentence and burrows into his pillow as Derek pulls him close. 
 
 
 
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