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The Magic Teapot

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Stiles was dying.

Not literally, this time, obviously. But Derek was leaving slow, open mouthed kisses against his collarbone and chest, and sucking pretty bruises in his wake. Stiles' face was already raw from his stubble while they were making out. Stiles was only in his boxers, while Derek was shirtless but still wearing his jeans. Derek moved down slightly and flicked Stiles' nipple with his tongue before biting down.

Stiles arched off the bed.

"I swear, if we aren't both naked with your cock in my ass, I will die."

"No more dying." He nibbled down Stiles' rib. "You're so impatient." Derek's breath was angled down Stiles' happy trail, and it was doing crazy things to Stiles' libido. He didn't think he had ever been this hard in his life.

"Come on. Please." Derek's hand came up to Stiles' hips, to hold him in place as he gently licked a stripe up Stiles' cock through the fabric of his boxers. Stiles groaned, and dug his nails into Derek's shoulder.

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me, Derek." Stiles drags his nails up Derek's neck and through his hair behind his ears, feeling Derek tremble slightly. Stiles didn't even make a dog joke. "We have all the time in the world for blowjobs, I swear. It's a good thing you have werewolf stamina because I need all of that. I just wish you would get it on for this time. I want to cum with you inside me." If he had a camera, this would be the perfect moment as Derek grins from between his legs.

"As you wish, Master." Stiles can't help but moan at the apparent kink his dick has for that. Derek's grin shows exactly how much he can tell. He wraps his arms around Stiles' thigh and jerks towards him, which makes Stiles right in his lap. He leans down and kisses Stiles. Stiles parts his lips immediately and Derek dives in. It's hot and sloppy and perfect.

Derek somehow sheds both their clothes without breaking the kiss, and runs his hands down Stiles' hips. He reaches a hand between them, and goes straight for Stiles' ass. His hands rubs Stiles' cheeks appreciatively before pressing his finger against Stiles' hole. He apparently managed to lube up while Stiles was distracted by the kisses.

Stiles feel a rumble come from his chest, and wraps his legs around Derek's waist, as his finger slides in. He opens Stiles' up achingly slow, while nibbling at his neck.

"More." Stiles can't even form full sentences anymore. He can feel Derek's happy grin as he adds another and presses up. Stiles just begins to babble a bit, mostly fuck's and Derek-Derek-Derek.

By the time he feels Derek's cock press into his hole, he is convinced he's already in heaven. Derek is mumbling in his ear how much he loves him, and how good he feels. He thrusts and Stiles takes it, clenching in pleasure each time Derek hits his sweet spot.

Derek leans down to kiss the white scar in the middle of Stiles' chest as he wraps his hand around Stiles' dick and with just a few strokes, Stiles is shooting ribbons against Derek's chest, his ass clenching while Derek cums.

Afterwards, they lay sweaty and sticky together, and catching their breath.

"I like it better when you do what I say. Maybe I should find that blue outfit for you to wear next time." Stiles comments. Derek just laughs.