ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴜꜱ? || ᴛʜɪᴀᴍ [ᴇɴɢʟɪsʜ ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ]

24 - when you meet someone

The problem wasn't having to sleep with a guy, because in the end, it couldn't really be a completely different thing. When he had done it with Malia it had been nice, but it wasn't entirely in itself because of the nogitsune.

The real problem was doing it with Derek, because it was Derek who was different from anyone else. He knew that moment would come sooner or later, but he didn't expect it to happen that way, not with the wolf that had practically jumped on him. Not that minded.

And after all the talking, he realized that the wolf had always been right. Derek had been right. And the youngest noticed it immediately. Making love would have been exactly as the wolf had described it to him.

Instinctive, natural and amazing.

Amazing to death.

The way his hands caressed his back, the way his body was shaped like clay under his delicate but firm touch.

Stiles had never felt so much adrenaline rushing through his veins, he had never felt his heart beat so hard, so loud that he thought he was about to pierce his chest and join Derek's.

He felt damn good as he trembled under Derek's kisses, his firm caresses on his erection. It was nice to raise his chin to allow him to kiss him on the throat, to mark him with a red spot that suggested possession and jealousy.

Where soon, there would have been a strong bite. But it was also tightening his arms around his broad shoulders, where he felt protected as never in his whole life, that sense of protection that only his wolf could give him. Stiles didn't know how else to call it, if not beautiful, so damn beautiful.

Not just making love with Derek, but Derek himself, with his very green eyes, those eyes that were now so full of him that he believed he was the center of the universe, and according what Theo said of Liam, the bond really had to be like that.

His hands caressing each corner of his body with dedication, his thin but full lips searching for his every time as he wanted to reassure him, silently telling him to trust him. And Stiles did it, Stiles always trusted Derek. He would trust him with his life.

And it was beautiful and amazing when he lowered himself on his collarbones, brushing them with his mouth, tracing a damp trail of kisses until he reached his navel, stroking it with his tongue almost insistently, making him pant.

So he nodded, barely biting his lower lip, when the other asked him if he could go on. His teeth at that soft and delicate point were like fire, kissed him and nibbled so hard to harm him. Derek stroked the injured part with his tongue as if to heal it.

«tell me, if I hurt you.» he recommended in a whisper, before bringing his hands to his ass, as if he already knew his body by heart.

Stiles tipped his head back, letting himself go completely and entrusting so much his body and soul to this beautiful boy, who to him seemed an angel born to burn his soul.

Stiles' heart beat madly, very strong in his rib cage. He hissed when Derek introduced his first finger into his opening, stroking his inside gently, but without hurting him any more less than Stiles expected.

He knew it wasn't going to be good since the beginning, but he trusted Derek, and he knew he would always put him first.

If Stiles already looked so tight and hot, he couldn't imagine what it would be like to be connected to him like that. He called himself an idiot for leaving, when he could have had all that for years. But things were going as they had to go.

They had found each other, they would always do it. He was dying to be inside of him, where no one had been allowed before. He wanted to claim him as his, to mark him, to bond him to him, but he couldn't do it right now. It wouldn't have been right.