There's a hot exhale as Stiles' lips trail over his stomach, kissing down bare skin, and he shivers as fingertips trail over the hem of his underwear. The teen presses his mouth to his cock through the fabric and he groans softly. He can feel the heat of him, of his body, of the touch through the thin cotton and it makes his head fall back. He wants this, wants whatever pleasure the teen feels like giving him, really. But god, the thought of Stiles' sarcastic mouth wrapped around his cock is especially delicious. Not how he'd thought the night would go, but this is better.
His hands rub softly, slowly against shoulders, wanting something to hold onto. The way that Stiles mouths at the fabric, licking him through his briefs is ridiculously erotic, and he tries to keep himself at just the right angle so that he can watch this. His cock twitching at the attention, wanting to be free of the cloth barrier, but Derek's trying to let Stiles do what he wants. The teen is intoxicating and so very hot, but he just wants to let this happen. And then he wants to keep him and let it happen again.
His hips arch up into the touch of Stiles' hands, a moan slipping from his throat, low and almost guttural. He's hot and aching with want, for Stiles, for the strange feeling that stretches between them so Derek still feels like it might break. After the mess that was Jennifer, the smart thing would be to avoid relationships for a while. Sometimes, when it came to making the right decision, Derek didn't make the smart choice. But sometimes smart and right weren't the same thing.
He breathes his name on a muted exhale of breath when his briefs are finally tugged down so that his erection can pop free. The head is damp from his desire, hard and twitching slightly at being exposed to the warm air. He was still watching him; lips just slightly parted, green eyes dilated with arousal.
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His hands rub softly, slowly against shoulders, wanting something to hold onto. The way that Stiles mouths at the fabric, licking him through his briefs is ridiculously erotic, and he tries to keep himself at just the right angle so that he can watch this. His cock twitching at the attention, wanting to be free of the cloth barrier, but Derek's trying to let Stiles do what he wants. The teen is intoxicating and so very hot, but he just wants to let this happen. And then he wants to keep him and let it happen again.
His hips arch up into the touch of Stiles' hands, a moan slipping from his throat, low and almost guttural. He's hot and aching with want, for Stiles, for the strange feeling that stretches between them so Derek still feels like it might break. After the mess that was Jennifer, the smart thing would be to avoid relationships for a while. Sometimes, when it came to making the right decision, Derek didn't make the smart choice. But sometimes smart and right weren't the same thing.
He breathes his name on a muted exhale of breath when his briefs are finally tugged down so that his erection can pop free. The head is damp from his desire, hard and twitching slightly at being exposed to the warm air. He was still watching him; lips just slightly parted, green eyes dilated with arousal.