His fingers slide up, slowly exploring the pale skin bared to his gaze. His thumb traces along his collarbone with just a hint of flat, human nails, fingers sliding up along his shoulders. There's a low murmur as Stiles' hands move over Derek's chest, and there's a tremble that shakes through his spine as thin fingertips brush over his nipples, pulling a hint of a moan from his mouth.
His hips jerk as Stiles' fingers brush at the top of his underwear. And that groan that he makes has Derek leaning in, kissing him as if it's something he can devour. There's an edge of heat, of desire and want as he kisses him. Stiles' fingers tease down his cock, and he's moaning against his mouth, his hips jerking into the contact.
One hand slips away from skin, to instead tease at the band of his boxers, slipping fingertips inside, between skin and fabric, and dragging that touch low across his stomach, just shy of his erection. He wanted Stiles, just wanted to feel him, smell him, taste him.
It had been a long time since he'd been so overwhelmed, but it had been a long time since he'd felt real desire.
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Date: 2013-08-25 04:47 am (UTC)His hips jerk as Stiles' fingers brush at the top of his underwear. And that groan that he makes has Derek leaning in, kissing him as if it's something he can devour. There's an edge of heat, of desire and want as he kisses him. Stiles' fingers tease down his cock, and he's moaning against his mouth, his hips jerking into the contact.
One hand slips away from skin, to instead tease at the band of his boxers, slipping fingertips inside, between skin and fabric, and dragging that touch low across his stomach, just shy of his erection. He wanted Stiles, just wanted to feel him, smell him, taste him.
It had been a long time since he'd been so overwhelmed, but it had been a long time since he'd felt real desire.