One Night

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    Stiles sighed at the feeling of Derek's tracing teeth over his neck, trailing up the side of his pale dotted skin and practically nipping the soft skin below his ear. He hadn't know, he doesn't know, how they made their way here. How from Stiles's entrance led to a sever make out session. And god did it feel good to ask for. To tell the damned alpha with so much self-depreciation and trauma to stop worrying for one damn moment. So somehow, they ended up with Derek draping his lips over the side of Stiles's neck in a slow haste that felt awfully to good. The alpha growled in a predatory way as the teens hands raised his his shoulders. His back arching further into Derek and off the futon couch that is pushed back against the wall across from the bed.

    Stiles gasped desperately at the vibration of Derek's growl. yeah, maybe he's a little odd for getting turned on at the literal growl of a werewolf. The teens arms stretched out and allowed one to wrap around the back of Derek's neck. The other slipping under the man's arm and clawing onto his back for desperate stability. Derek leaned away from the boys neck, clear marks; small purple blooms decorating the skin of Stiles's shoulder. Stiles didn't hesitate to lean forward and press his own lips to Derek's stubble inhabited jaw. Derek's hands tightened around the humans hips, holding his breath so he doesn't let out a shaky sigh.

    Stiles's legs hung over Derek's thighs as he sat on the futon. Stiles uses his position as advantage to flip them, to push Derek back into the futon couch, and straddle the werewolf's lap. Eagerly trailing chaste kisses up the man's jaw and to his lips, eyes already shut and sigh releasing. Derek accepted Stiles's kiss and dug his tongue into the teens mouth, a hum of satisfaction sounded as stiles rocked forward unintentionally. Derek's growl returned just as harsh as his movement. Their tongues dancing and minds reeling as stiles only digs deeper. Derek's hands are tight on his hips, his eyes pinched shut as his neck leans back with strain to kiss the towering teen equally. Stiles's hands fall down to grip Derek's wrists with a pained groan into their kiss. The alphas hands shoot off of the human in an instant as they separate their lips.

Derek's eyes are wide as he breaths in Stiles's breath, his scent, taking in their position. One of the boys hands still clutching Derek's wrist with crass C shaped marks visibly being inprinted and healed. The teens other hand was pressed tightly against the cushion of the couch, besides Derek's head. Stiles's eyes are closed lightly as he pants, Derek watching and listening to any slight change. The pounding of two hearts, the pants between himself and stiles, the small vir-ing of the ac vent, and the quiet swallow stiles takes. His eyes flutter open softly to meet Derek's hazel green. He blinks before flinching at Derek's free hand, raising to his hip lightly and pushing up his shirt. The alpha's eyes never leave Stiles's as he shifts the shirt, only when the teen leans back and looks down himself.

Derek's fingers dust over the reddening mark of his hands. One on either side of stiles, his hips marked with large hands. Bruises were definitely going to be left. This time Derek swallowed thickly looking at his damage, looking at what he caused on the pack member. He cleared his throat as he inspected the hand prints, stiles holding up his shirt and looking down at one side with a grimace. The alpha splayed his fingers over the teens side and gently let his veins blacken. At first stiles sighed contently and shifted in Derek's lap to lean closer to him. That was before he shot off of the man and slapped away his hand, blinking at Derek and gripping his side. The alpha already looking tiredly defeated and sorry as if that's what stiles was upset about. The teen would growl if he were a werewolf.