bakerstreet | Smut and Pics

((ooc; always down for a Derek with any of my twoof characters!))

[Ethan didn't know what the hell he was doing at Hale's loft this close to the full moon because it held both too many memories and too many reasons to turn around and get the hell out of that door. One of the reasons why he should leave was actually standing in front of him, Derek Hale himself, the alpha that wasn't actually much of an alpha but Ethan wasn't about to express an opinion that would get his throat torn out.

Instead he stood there with the world's cockiest expression, slowly starting to strip layers of clothing despite Derek's bewildered face.] So listen... I've got some things I wanna get my mind off. [He was still stripping, kicking his way out of his shoes now that he was topless, he stopped only when his hand was on the waistband of his jeans, toying with them.] So in the interests in getting them out of my head? You're going to fuck me. [Demanding little omega, wasn't he?]

[At first, Derek thought Ethan was stripping because his brother was due to appear through the doorway for the two of them to become Voltron-Wolf (he still didn't understand that pop culture reference, but the name had apparently stuck).

But no. He couldn't smell or hear Aiden anywhere nearby - and then what Ethan had said caught up with him, and his brain stuttered for a moment.]

What? Why would you even ask that?

[Not that, he supposed, Ethan was asking.]

[He just grins slightly, more of a smirk than anything, his fingers still playing with his waistband right up until the point he actually pops the button and pulls the fly down, exposing the little tuft of hair above his dick.]

Well because asking is apparently the polite thing to do? [Wow Derek didn't you understand those social cues he wasn't about to walk in here and start fingering himself until you joined in or anything.]

And because you're the only one here with the experience and strength to actually fuck like you mean it, like I want it. [He tugs the jeans a little lower, tilting his head to the side.] And I'm hoping your dick is big enough that I'll be having some serious thoughts about walking for the rest of the night.

[Derek can't stop his eyes from wandering, trailing down Ethan's chest until he reaches that tuft of hair. He should tell Ethan to go find someone else, or just to get out of his loft, but --

-- It's almost the full moon. Self control isn't exactly any of the wolves' speciality this close to a full moon.]

Tell anyone about this and I'll rip your throat out.

[He is, however, taking his shoes off, so that's probably a yes.]

[Ethan openly grins then, looking very satisfied with the world as a whole all of a sudden. He knew a yes when he saw one but he was waiting for Derek to catch up before completely removing his clothes.]

Really? I was kinda hoping on making a video, posting it to facebook? [Because even though he was about to get laid he couldn't help but throw a few sly digs out there.] And anyway, I want your hands wrapped around my throat in a totally different, non-clawed way.

[Derek huffs a little, in what might be the start of a laugh, and pulls his t-shirt off, dropping it on the floor.]

Did you even bring a camera?

[He closes the distance between them with a few short strides, settling one hand on Ethan's throat, just lightly, fingers tracing his Adam's apple.]

[He looks privately pleased with that huffing noise not dissimilar to a laugh because, well, Derek didn't seem like the kind of man who laughed often. He rolls his eyes at the comment though.]

Its called a cell phone dude, who doesn't carry a cell phone with them these days. [When there's a hand around his throat and his smile tightens slightly as if contemplating that Derek could tear out his throat.]

[Derek settles his other hand on Ethan's hip, rubbing his thumb over the waistband of his boxers, tilting his head to one side. He ducks his head a little, murmuring into Ethan's ear.]

How rough do you want this to be?

[Ethan came to him, after all, and Derek likes to think he's a considerate enough partner to at least ask beforehand.]

[He most certainly doesn't shiver at the sensation of Derek's breath ghosting over the shell of his ear.]

I was thinking an eight or nine out of ten, unless you're scared of letting loose? [He's doing really well at these unerring cocky vibes.]

[Derek rather enjoys that reaction, so when he next speaks, his mouth is close enough to Ethan's ear for his lips to brush over it. His hand on Ethan's throat tightens a little, as well, just enough to be noticeable.]

I don't know if you can handle eight or nine.

[He doesn't shiver for a second time and is suddenly worried about losing those cocky vibes so the moment Derek issues him a challenge? He's there with bells on, pressing himself firmly up against the other man with a grunt.]

I can handle a lot more than you might think.

[Derek inhales sharply when he feels Ethan pressing up against him, and a moment later he's slammed Ethan up against the nearest wall of the loft by his throat.

He bends a little, biting down on the nape of Ethan's neck and sucking, working up a pretty vivid lovebite there.]

[The sudden feeling of a hard cold wall against his back had his eyes widen slightly, if only because he was pretty sure he'd ordered pleasure with his side of pain and right now he wasn't too sure if Derek was actually going to fuck him or just fight him.

Until there are teeth and lips at the base of his throat and he can't help the small growl that reverberates through his throat.] I don't remember saying you could mark me.

[Derek growls a little, pushing forward to press against Ethan, the hand on his throat sliding up to run through his hair.]

Can I mark you?

[Asking is really just a formality now, since he's already done it and all.]

[Ethan lets out a noise that was half helpless sigh, half chuckle even as he uses his position of being bolstered against the wall to wrap his legs around Derek's abdomen.] No point stopping a good thing when its only just started.

[Derek obligingly curls a hand under Ethan's ass to make sure he's supported, and grins a little, pressing a kiss to the mark he's already given Ethan.]

Good.

[He starts his way up Ethan's neck, leaving a trail of vivid red marks, and you can bet that he's paying attention to Ethan's reactions, to see exactly which spots get the best response.]

[He should probably be worried at this stage, not because he was going to fuck Derek and, naturally, leave the place smelling of Derek but he had to hope that an alpha's hickeys weren't the same as an alpha's claw's or he'd have a hell of a lot of explaining to do when they didn't heal within minutes.]

Uh-huh, good. [Except he's lost some of that cockiness because damn Derek was good at kissing, especially kissing necks. Every time there's the nip of teeth the younger werewolf let's out a grunt or almost a moan of pleasure, his legs pressing violently around Derek's midsection, pulling him in closer still.]

[Derek eventually reaches Ethan's jaw, and tilts his head around, catching Ethan's lips in a long, hard kiss.

That hand in Ethan's hair moves downwards for a moment to cup Ethan's cheek, almost tenderly.]

[He hadn't expected an actual mouth-to-mouth kiss... mostly on account of the fact that he'd come here making certain demands and well, a lot of guys didn't kiss if they were just looking to get their rocks off. He still enjoyed it either way and threw himself into the kiss with a lot of gusto, tongue exploring Derek's mouth for the first time like it was something new and particularly exciting. When there's a hand on his cheek though, tender rather than rough, he can't help but laugh a little, the noise mostly an exhalation of breath from his nose.]

[Derek hardly cares if Ethan laughs, even if he's not sure if it's from amusement or surprise. Still, that hand slips lower, trailing over Ethan's jaw, down his neck, to his shoulder.

Derek breaks the kiss eventually, even if he only draws back far enough that their lips are only just barely separated.]

[When Derek moves as if he were going to step backwards Ethan squeezes his legs around the other man's midriff again, powerful muscles holding him in place even as his tongue glances out over the now plump lower lip of Derek's, not so intent on breaking the contact.]

[Derek lets out a soft grunt, pushing his hips against Ethan's, grinding against the younger man - and immediately kisses him again, harder, forcing his tongue past Ethan's lips.]

[Ethan lets out a growl of his own, reverberating in his throat even as he uses the leverage he had around the other man's waist to rut slightly against him, letting Derek's tongue probe incessantly into his mouth, sucking slightly on it and tasting the other wolf.]

[That seems to be enough to make Derek push off the wall, holding Ethan up and close, carrying him towards the loft's bed.

He breaks the kiss just long enough to push Ethan down onto the sheets, and is on him a moment later, straddling his hips and kissing him hungrily.]

[He laughs when Derek breaks the kiss, a breathier sound than he might've liked.] And there I was thinking an eight would've been fucking against the exposed brick work.

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i am a twat sorry about the journal moment

No problem!

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