Help me save my balls? (Sterek)

Chapter 42

The following chapter was written 28th March 2015 and is tbh very embarrassing to look back on, but given that I have decided to leave this whole story up anyway and this was fully written, I thought I might as well publish it. It's possible it was published then j changed it back to a draft at one point idk? So everything that follows is unedited (typos and all, y'all), with the authors notes from when I wrote it in 2015 if anyone is still here to read this. I have certainly moved on from my sterek fanfic writing days, but if this is your thing then I hope you enjoy it?

Sorry it took too long there were some things going on I won't bore you with... :( But I am gonna say kinda smut warning ;) sort of as a belated Valentine's Day gift... God this has taken ages... Sorry! :3
This is written in third person because it's the first smut I've written properly and this just seemed easier. Sorry if its kinda cringey :3

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"Long drive ahead of you tomorrow, you two should probably get some sleep." Grandma Stilinksi says, and both Stiles and Derek make agreeing sounds.

"Yeah, alright. Come on Derek." I Stiles, standing up and reaching out a hand to pull his new boyfriend up too. He leads him out the room and up to the bedroom they share, neither of them missing the stare from the Sheriff burning into their backs,

"This was really nice, Stiles, thanks for bringing me." Derek says.

"Aw did the Sourwolf learn gratitude?" Stiles teases and for it receives a look that says ' Yes, but if you ever want it to happen again, shut up or so help me god, I will rip off several body parts then sew them back on in the wrong places with a rusty, bent rail road spike.' Stiles counts it as a win becasuse it's still a yes.

"Fine, fine!" He says defensively though the glare doesn't bother him one bit "but I still have one more present to give you." He builds up all his courage and decides its now or never as he watches Derek raise one of this perfect, stupid, perfect eyebrows.

Stiles pushes Derek into the wall, joining their lips like before on the roof and they fit together just as perfectly as the smaller boy uses surpries to keep the weight of Derek right where he wants him. They spend an unknown amout of time just kissing against a wall but after a bit, it could have been one minute, it could have been twenty, he moves on to kissing different parts of Derek, mapping out his face with his feather light touches before kissing Derek's jaw with more force. Stiles is temporarily distracted by the thought of how it should be illegal to have a jawline like that but the feeling of his mouth on the stubble that he has been wanting to lick since he first saw the moody stray brings him back to the fact that he finally has the opportunity to do whatever he wants to the sex god he is currently pinning to the wall,

As Stiles kisses down Derek's neck, Derek moves his hands into his boyfriend's hair. tugging slightly when the way Stiles' mouth works its magic. His sucking and nibbling makes small involuntary gasps leave Derek's mouth but nothing too loud until Stiles' mouth makes contact with a specific spot. A small patch of skin where his shoulder and neck meet that's extra sensitive. A small moan passes Derek's lips thats amplified by the silence in the house.

Stiles giggles and shh's Derek and his heart melts at Stiles' grin before he gets back to mouthing at his exposed skin. This time, Stiles' long slender hands find their way under Derek's shirt and grope at the firm flesh hidden from veiw before they bunch up at the hem of the material and he looks up at his partner through his long eyelashes in a silent inquiry. Derek nods enthusiastically so Stiles pulls the shirt off, exposing Derek's muscled torso. Somehow he appreciates it more when he knows he can lick it whenever he wants now. Within reason. Stiles sets to work licking, kissing and sucking at all the important bits, the collarbones, the nipples, the six pack, the hip bones, etcetera. He ends up on his knees, sucking at the skin just above Derek's jeans, acutely aware of the bulge pushing through them right near his face.