bakerstreet | One Minute to Midnight

Well, that wasn't fair. If his pants were gonna get undone then so were--his fingers slid around between them, knuckles brushing against Derek's wrist as he fumbled with the button, the action clumsy but eventually effective.

Go him. A moment later he hand his hands at Derek's hips, thumbs brushing hard over the jut of his hip bones, back arching to push himself up to kiss Derek again.

Derek didn't try to stop Stiles from getting to his pants. He shifted slightly, giving him better access to them while he hooked his fingers under the waist of Stiles' pants, giving them a tug to get them lower.

He didn't get very far with it before Stiles was pushing himself up and Derek leaned in to meet him in the kiss, hips rocking into the touch.

Kissing was nice, kissing was the best, he was really loving kissing.

He wriggled, hoping to help the path to getting his jeans off, or mostly off, or whatever Derek wanted because he was down for it and holy fuck, none of this should feel as good as it actually did and that he'd been missing out on this was just tragic.

When Derek rocked down into his own grip he forgot entirely about his own pants and worried about Derek's, pushing them down around his thighs. He felt hot all over, wrung tight, and then before he lost his nerve he was moving one hand down between them, touching Derek, his mouth open against his, tongue exploring greedily.

Kissing was definitely one of those things Derek wasn't going to complain about. He was still surprised that he had Stiles in his bed, though, so there wasn't much thought to complain about anything.

And it was very easy to get lost in the fact that he did have Stiles in his bed and, very suddenly, Stiles' hand against him and that felt very, very good. Derek arched against his hand and a moan was muffled against Stiles' mouth as he opened his own wider, inviting Stiles to deepen it while he finally jerked his pants down to get them to his thighs.

It was different. Maybe that was a stupid observation, freaking obvious and such a massive understatement that he felt a little dumb just thinking it. But it was true and it was the first thing that occurred to him and freaking sue him, this was the first time he'd ever had someone else' dick in his hand.

So, his immediate observation was that it was different. Derek felt different and yet so familiar, exciting, and toe curlingly hot in his hand. He was forgetting how to breathe, lost in the sensation of touching and kissing and he turned his head away abruptly just so he could gasp for air.

If sex was this good, and he recognized that it wasn't as if they were into the darkly explicit area of his more vivid fantasies, he didn't understand why people weren't having it all the time, why they weren't touching each other all the time!

Different wasn't such a dumb observation. Stiles' hand was just as different. It was definitely an odd feeling, but not something that Derek would've pulled away from at all. Stiles' hand felt different, but much better than his own and was more than happy to leave it right where it was.

Considering the fact that Derek's hand was only sliding up along Stiles' thigh, he really only had one side of it so far. The break of the kiss left him panting heavy breaths against Stiles' jaw as he slipped his hand higher and wrapped it around him.

And that, that felt good. Sliding his hand along Stiles as he pressed his lips to his neck, quieting his harsh breathing while he very slowly picked up the pace.

Stiles congratulates himself on the fact that he doesn't just lose it the moment Derek touches him, baring his throat further, the warm soft press Derek's lips and the scratch of his stubble making the flush on his cheeks burn.

He moans brokenly, a low whine of desperation slipping from his lips as he bucks his hips up, grinding up against Derek.

"Derek, ohmygod, Derek," he gasps, words rushed and too loud in the relative quiet of the room.

His hand is caught awkwardly between them and it's not totally comfortable but he doesn't care. If comfort means withdrawing his hand from Derek, screw that, he'll deal. His grip tightens briefly before loosening again, fingers exploring, sliding the heel of his palm along the length.

His lips trailed along Stiles' throat, tongue dragging over his adam's apple once Stiles tilted his head back enough to give him better access. That moan that followed made Derek lift his head shortly after, though, looking up at him as he met the grinding, his own hips rolling down against the hand around him.

Little to say, hearing Stiles be so vocal about what they were doing was enough to get under Derek's skin. He groaned, shifting enough to catch Stiles' lips in a brief, hard kiss.

The position wasn't ideal and rolling so they were on their sides did cross his mind, but Stiles made it very hard for him to focus or want to try to move them with the way his hand was moving.

He gasped, breathless, lips shining. He didn't have time enough to kiss back, wasn't together enough to respond but that was okay, he reciprocated by applying pressure with the pad of his thumb, the swipe of his index finger. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, basking in the heat and pressure and hot hot build of coiling pleasure low in his stomach.

"Not gonna last," he murmured, apologized as his hips canted upwards, a cramp settling in his wrist. He pushed his thighs up long enough to shift Derek, alleviating some of the weigh long enough to move his hand around, shoulder lifting as he gripped Derek tightly, sliding in aborted jerks, massaging.

Holy fuck, he was jerking off Derek Hale. Stiles laughed, a burst of sound that conveyed his happiness, his complete disbelief.

The form of reciprocation that Stiles went with was more than okay with Derek. He'd already broken the kiss and he was left making a pleased, approving sound in the back of his throat even as he nodded at what was said. It was fine if Stiles was reaching his limit. Derek knew his own wouldn't follow far behind.

When he felt the movement, he shifted up, resting more on his knees over Stiles to give more space between them. One hand remained firmly planted against the mattress at Stiles' side as his other continued along him at a steady pace, thumb dragging over the tip with every few strokes.

The laugh made him grin slightly as his lips returned to Stiles' jaw before he murmured, "Come on, Stiles. Come for me..."

Stiles made a choked off sound, a moan caught in his throat. He felt too hot, too small in his own skin, body coiled too tight and fuck, it was all brighthotawesome.

Derek's words are what did it, brought him over the edge with an ease that he would probably find embarrassing later. Derek's voice coupled with Derek's hand and Derek's weight pinning him against the mattress. His hips jerked up, spasming under Derek's touch and he choked on his name and he couldn't help but think that he was never gonna get Derek out of his head ever again.

Stiles closed his eyes, focused on breathing through the shocks that lit up his whole body, and dipped his chin, catching Derek's lips in a kiss, wet and a little filthy and fucking perfect.

Derek couldn't say anything if he ever found out what had pushed Stiles the last bit he'd needed. Not when the sounds Stiles was making were driving him crazy and bringing him that much closer to coming as well.

It was all put on pause, though, as Stiles reached his climax and Derek found himself stroking him through it as hips pushed up toward his hand. His hand slowed then came to a stop just before lips found his and he tilted his head, welcoming the kiss with an obvious amount of enthusiasm as he finally pulled his hand away from Stiles.

Stiles shuddered, reveling in the final lingering shocks, faintly stunned by just how good the whole thing had felt. Definitely better with another person involved, he mused, sliding his tongue along Derek's lower lip.

He felt kind of gross, sticky and sweaty and wrung out but it was weirdly good, dirty in a nice way and his hand was still wrapped around Derek's erection and oh yeah, there was that. He totally couldn't forget about that.

Stiles opened his eyes lazily, looking up at Derek and refusing to feel embarrassed. He breathed out, humid breath ghosting over Derek's mouth and he smiled tentatively. "Dude, that was fucking amazing," he said seriously, before his expression morphed into something more determined. "Uh, can you--tell me what you like," he said, tamping down on his nervousness. "I wanna know how you like to be touched, tell me." And he wanted to hear Derek, noted that he was probably going to develop a really inappropriate fascination with his voice. "Please?"

He was vaguely aware that the bedroom door was still wide open and the chances of Isaac entering the apartment were likely getting greater the more time passed. But he cared more about the way Stiles felt under him and what was coming.

Lifting his head a little, Derek raised the hand that had been around Stiles to his mouth, licking a couple of his fingers clean as he looked down at him. The request to tell Stiles what he liked was surprising, but Derek nodded as he lowered his hand again, letting it rest against the mattress so he could free up his other hand.

"Let me show you..." He lowered his hand between them and wrapped it around Stiles' hand that was already around his cock, curling his fingers a little tighter and guiding his hand along.

Stiles could feel his whole face heat up in embarrassed arousal at that move, watching Derek's fingers avidly. His brows were furrowing a minute later as he felt Derek's hand wrap around his, guiding him.

He dragged his other hand up Derek's side, nails scraping up over his shoulder before scratching down again, settling on Derek's hip.

"Derek, ah fuck," he murmured, feeling delirious, high on sated pleasure. "Damn, man, you feel really freaking good. I want you to fuck me, like, really bad. I've thought about it, you know? Not seriously but oh my god, I've totally thought about it, never thought it could happen. It can happen, right? I mean, this means it could happen, since I have my hand wrapped around your dick and you know what my--um, what I taste like and yeah, holy god you feel good." He was aware that he was just kind of babbling, saying whatever came into his mind, wanting Derek to know what he was thinking about as his hand moved over him, trapped in Derek's grip.

It was easier to show him than it was to talk him through something so simple. Derek's hand remained around Stiles' without much though behind it, even as he rocked his hips to meet his hand.

Then Stiles started talking and he just stared at him for a couple of moments before he lowered his head, turning it to press his mouth to Stiles' jaw as he let out a groan.

"Fuck, Stiles..." It was more in response to hearing him talk about how he wanted to be fucked, but all of what Stiles just served to push him closer to the edge. Derek's teeth caught at skin as he moved Stiles' hand a little quicker, more erratic, while he let out harsh breath after harsh breath against his jaw. "I'm so close..."

"Yeah? That's good, that's really good, I don't think I've wanted anything more in my entire life," he moaned, closing his eyes and tipping his head back, shuddering at the sound of Derek's voice. He hooked his ankle behind Derek's calf, rocking his hips up. The pressure was nice, he was still sensitive but it was a nice reminder, felt good, more so knowing that Derek was still hard and close to losing it.

"Hey, hey, you didn't answer me." He twisted his wrist, thumb rolling in a half circle. He smiled, bold and baiting, feeling oddly powerful. And that was a freaking nice. "You'll fuck me at some point, right Derek? I wanna know how you feel--" He swallowed thickly, cheeks flushed pink. "Wanna know how you feel inside me."

The entire reason Derek was hard and so close to losing it was Stiles. And he had no idea how they'd made it there from his original intention earlier in the night. None of his plans had had anything to do with Stiles, but Derek was glad that everything had been thrown off and all his plans had been adjusted. It was hard not to feel happy about it when he was on the verge of coming.

Stiles was still talking and Derek was paying attention. He did have power. Derek couldn't deny that. The question had him nodding as he lowered his head, lips pressing against Stiles' neck. "Mm, I'll-- Fuck!" Between the movement of Stiles' hand and the request and the way he was talking, Derek was pushed over the edge with a loud moan, the sound muffled against Stiles' neck as his hips jerked and pressed toward his hand.

Stiles inhaled sharply, his hand working Derek through it. It was hot, so freaking hot to see him lose it, his other hand skating up quickly to clutch at Derek's hair, fingers tangling and holding him there against his neck as his own hips canted up unconsciously.

"Soooo good," he murmured, heart racing as he slowly slid his hand back up from between them. He stared for a moment in distracted fascination at his hand before he flushed red and wiped it on the bedspread.

He wasn't quite brave enough to go to the mind melting lengths Derek had, and didn't trust himself not to react in some humiliating way should he not like the taste or something. Yeah, best to avoid that, try it another time. Instead he turned his head, breath puffing warmly against Derek's ear as his fingers carded through his hair.

Derek was slow trying to lift his his head once he felt Stiles pull his hand away. His hips rocked then stilled and he pressed back against the hand caught in his hair as he raised his head, eyes fixed on Stiles once he could see beyond his cheek.

"What I was trying to say," he started, leaning in so he could trail his lips along Stiles' cheek while he caught his breath, "was that, yes, I'll fuck you. Whenever you want." Because, really, was he going to say no to Stiles after that?

He shifted over him, finally pushing himself over to rest on his side next to Stiles, giving him a pull in an attempt to get him onto his side as well without actually forcing him.

He smiled, fingers dragging lazily over Derek's side, nails dragging gently. "Whenever I want, huh? I dunno man, you really wanna give me that kind of power?"

Stiles went with the roll, laying boneless beside Derek, he arm moving to lay limply over his waist. He slid his hand down, thumb dragging over his lower back. "I mean, are we really talking about whenever I want? Because I could make that a real hassle for you. You like surprises? Or is this like a grueling anticipation kink?"

"Whenever you want. I'm fine with giving you that kind of power." A slight grin flitted across Derek's lips as Stiles settled on his side as well, watching him as he hooked an arm around him.

"I guess you could say I'm interested to see what you'll do with it," he replied after a moment, nodding as he shifted in closer to press a kiss to the corner of Stiles' mouth. "So, whenever really means whenever."

"Yes, totally an anticipation kink then, gotcha," he said, moving slightly into the kiss, turning his head to turn it into a meeting of bother their mouths.

Because kissing, yeah. He liked it.

"I'm already thinking of a slew of ways to make you soooo uncomfortable," he said, grinning. "In a good way! It's gonna be awesome."

Derek shook his head slightly, amused by Stiles and his excitement over it. He refused to move his head too much, though, to avoid disrupting the kiss. Kissing was definitely something he was enjoying with Stiles.

"You're gonna end up calling me to meet you somewhere like the locker room, aren't you?" he asked, letting out a quiet laugh as he playfully bit at Stiles' bottom lip. "I'm expecting you to end up wanting it places where we can get caught."

"Go on, shame me for wanting to show off!" he said, tonguing the pleasant sting in his lip from Derek's teeth. He was smiling before he shook his head, mouth twisted in a pleased smirk.

"And yeah, no, nuh-uh, I'm not giving you any hints. That's the whole point behind me getting to choose the whenever part of this, it's gonna be a surprise. For all you know I might drag you out in the middle of the woods with no one around for miles but just so you know, no, I won't, because that sounds freaking uncomfortable." Maybe another time, but not for the first. He wasn't gonna tell Derek that.

He shifted closer, rocking his hips forward recklessly. "But maybe you're right. Maybe I'll tell you I want you to take me up against a wall with the whole freaking lacrosse team on the other side, see how quiet I can be." He laughs because yeah, that's not something he's great at. "I haven't decided yet."

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