There Are Some Things You Can't Walk Away From

[tsunwolf]

He'd figured it would be simple. He'd told McCall, and slipping away with Cora was the easy answer. The past year all condensed down into a duffle bag of clothes and sunglasses; no room for all of his mistakes. It seemed like the best solution, to walk away, go off on their own, leave Scott and Stiles and Isaac and Beacon Hill to their own devices. There was no taking back that he'd screwed up. Saving Cora didn't make up for Boyd and Erica. They were holes in his heart that he didn't think could ever be filled.

They'd saved the last three sacrifices, they'd saved Deucalion from himself, at least for now, and Jennifer had been far beyond saving. He'd heard about the price for the ritual, about Beacon Hills becoming a literal beacon, but he still didn't think he should stay. He could work with Scott, but he'd never be his Beta. Scott had his own pack now, non-traditional as it might be, filled with hunters and Betas and Alphas and a Banshee. It was easy enough to believe that they were better off without him.

Scott could do it better, which was an acidic thought that curled in his chest. No one appreciated it, but he'd tried. He'd done his best, he had tried to be a good leader. He'd made a point to take this most likely to survive the process, to not take the strongest, but the most vulnerable, those who needed the Bite. Isaac, Erica, Boyd... They were people that had been stronger, better as werewolves. He'd wanted to protect them, to keep them safe, to teach them. Their blood was on his hands, except Isaac, who hadn't really been his since he'd sent him away. He'd done too good of a job making the blond Beta hate him.

He flips the lightswitch, and the empty loft plunges into darkness. Despite everything that had happened, it looks like no one had ever been there at all. How he liked it. He tugged at his jacket, as he picked up his bag. Cora was waiting for him and he was already halfway out the door. But he lingered, brows drawing together, looking at the dark doorway. There was so much to leave behind.

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[causticly]

"Oh my god," Stiles chokes out, hand sliding down to squeeze the base of his dick until it hurts to keep himself from coming right then and there at the request Derek gives him. "You can't just say things like that," he groans, but he's lifting himself up and crawling up the man's body, knees on either side of Derek's head, one hand grasping against the wall the bed's shoved against and one still gripping his dick.

"Want it too, wanna feel your mouth on my dick, your tongue licking it, wanna come in your mouth," Stiles moans, cheeks heating up with the words, but he can't help it. He wants whatever Derek will give him, whatever Derek wants he wants too. "Please, please, Derek," the teen whimpers, and then warns, "Probably won't last long, so turned on from sucking you off."

[tsunwolf]

There's a thrill at the way that Stiles admonishes him for saying it, groaning as if he'd nearly made him come from that alone. And yeah, Stiles was a teenager, got an erection in a stiff breeze, as the saying went, but it still made his fingers tighten briefly against his thighs, a brief prick of claws before he pulled his hands back, settling them on the teen's hips instead. Stiles crawling up his body, until those slender legs framed his face, a hand bracing his body against the wall.

"It's fine. Just want your come in my mouth. Stiles.." he breathed softly as he looked up Stiles' body. He's never been with someone and allowed himself to be quite so wanton. Maybe almost with Kate, but that was different; she'd wanted him like that, giving and writhing under her so she could hear it when she finally broke him. This is all willing offer, the way he leans up and brushed lips against the head of Stiles' cock.

Just one teasing touch, and then he's wrapping lips around the teen's erection, sucking as he uses hands on Stiles' hips to pull him in as he leans up, taking it as deep as he can. Hollowed cheeks, tongue laving against the shaft as he takes it down his throat in one smooth motion. He doesn't know how long Stiles is going to last and so he just gives him everything all at once. At least lets him bury down his throat once.

[causticly]

Stiles chokes out a whimper at the soft lick of the man's hot tongue at the tip of his cock, making him shudder and moan. It was the hottest, sexiest thing he's ever seen outside of internet porn, the way Derek looks with his lips on his dick as he pulls his hand away from his cock, putting both on the wall to brace himself. Then he's feeling the wet, hot and engulfing heat of Derek's mouth around him.

"Oh god, oh fuck, Derek!" Stiles cries out, shuddering visibly as one hand drops to nest fingers into Derek's soft, dark hair, gripping lightly. "Oh my god, so good- you feel so good. S-Shit," he gasps out, knowing he won't last at all like this. His first blowjob. His first orgasm with someone else. With Derek.

Fuck.

"Derek, Derek, I can't- I'm-" He was so close already and when he feels Derek's throat around the head of his dick as he's taken all the way down he nearly comes right then and there. But he lasts at least a few pumps of his hips into Derek's mouth before he's crying out in pleasure.

His back arches, body bowing as his hips jerk when he comes, hot and thick down Derek's throat. He curls forward a little, gasping for breath and moaning Derek's name so loud he's sure it echoes in the otherwise empty room of the loft. He feels only slightly embarrassed for not lasting as long as he would have liked, but he's been keyed up since they got on the bed and Stiles blew him.

[tsunwolf]

He loves this. The sounds that Stiles makes, the cries and curses of Derek's name as he curls fingers in the werewolf's dark hair. He tries to murmur, breathe reassurance that it's okay that he doesn't have to try and fight it. He just wants him to come for him, wants to feel him in his throat. The teen manages to thrust his hips a few times into Derek's mouth, and then his release is shooting down his throat and there's a lewd moan that hums and vibrates against the teen's cock. He sucks at him, nurses him through his orgasm, fluid hot and thick.

He shifts a little, letting Stiles cock finally slip from his mouth with a filthy wet noise. He nuzzles into his damp cock, licking at the tip as he looks up at the teen. He reaches up, wrapping arms around Stiles' waist. He wants him to stay. This is softer than anything he's had in so, so long and he just wants more. He wants to keep him here with him. And god, he wants that again. Wants more, wants everything, and that's almost an uncomfortable realization, but with the pleasure and the fact that it's Stiles, it still almost feels safe.

"You taste good," he murmurs roughly into Stiles' cock as his greens look up at the boy. He's mouthing breathy kisses into slick flesh, keeping him close. He's glad he didn't leave, because he wants this. He'd spent six years wandering as an Omega, and while it would be different with Cora at his side, it would still have been lonely. He might not fit into their pack, but he at least fit into life here. And if he stayed, if he stayed, maybe he could make up for some of the wrong.

"Stay." It's not really a question, but there's an uncertainty as he looks up at Stiles.

[causticly]

The soft little licks and tender nuzzles make his heart skip and his cock jerk feebly at the attention. He's slumped a little, bracing against the wall as he pants for breath, staring down at the man. He grins lazily at the compliment. "So do you," he murmurs in return. When Derek tells him to stay his heart melts a little and smiling softly, Stiles nods. "Of course."

After a few moments, Stiles pushes off the wall and slides down Derek's body to instead collapse on top of him, head resting on his shoulder, draping his arms around the older man. "I'll stay as long as you want me to," and he doesn't just mean a sleep over, either. He means way more than that.

[tsunwolf]

Stiles says he'll stay, and that's comfort that blooms in his chest, voiced in the rumble of a slow exhale. There's a hint of a smile that curls at his lips as Stiles slides down over him, collapsing on top of Derek's body. He shifts a little, curling in toward Stiles and wrapping an arm against the teenager. Making sure he can't leave. He just wants to keep him, wants him to stay, even if he's not exactly prepared to look at that desire too closely. It's not recent, so much as tonight just sparked off everything he's been ignoring for the past year. Ignoring it was easier.

"I want you here," Derek breathes in a huff, words muffled as he nuzzles into Stiles' skin. He can deal with all of this in the morning. What happened, how he feels, what happened and that he wants to do it again, that he wants sex, wants to feel Stiles against him, and the fact that he's staying. The fact that his loft is nearly bone-bare, and he's honestly lucky he left the comforter on the bed. He pulls Stiles close, breathing in the way their scents mingle together as pleasure curls through his body.

[causticly]

Stiles grins at the admission, sighing quietly. "Good, you won't be able to get rid of me after this. I hope you know that," he says, half- well mostly- meaning it. Because he does want to be with Derek, but only if the man wants him in return. He wants them to be happy. They both deserve that, he thinks idly.

He curls up against Derek's warm body and closes his eyes, listening to his breathing relax from their activities, letting their legs twine together where they lay. As he lays there, he turns his head in a bit and nuzzles, rubs his cheek against the man's strong chest and sighs contently again.

[tsunwolf]

"Good," Derek manages in return, the words tinged with just a touch of a growl. A hint of something possessive, the wolf that doesn't want Stiles to escape, to leave. His body is heavy with his orgasm and because it's maybe the first night where he hasn't had to worry about something. The first night where things feel impossibly, traitorously, as if they're okay. As if he can steal this moment without the world collapsing around them with monsters and things that seem to always, always be his fault.

He lets himself drift off easily with their bodies twined together. Derek nibbles lightly the teen's shoulder, not enough to break skin, but just enough to leave an imprint, something that will linger, satisfy a desire he's not looking at to mark him. His. His hand curling against Stiles' arm, keeping it curled against him as his own arm sleepily drapes across the teen. He wants him, here, with him.