How to build better friends

How to love your alpha (explicit)

He finally kissed Stiles. No more staring at each other's lips or wondering how many times they might be dead before any of them did anything about it. This reminded Stiles of when he was stuck on top of Derek, paralyzed, and Matt called them a "good pair". Derek had lifted him up by his waist and taken him over to the couch. Lips still pressed against each other, as if the last month never happened. Derek moved on from Stiles' lips and onto his neck and then pressed his stubbly beard into him. He then sprawled Stiles over the couch and began declothing them both.

Stiles would have been embarrassed had it not been so fast. Probably would have started running his mouth if given the opportunity. Derek's grip on his neck tightened, like he never wanted Stiles to move and was going to make sure of that. His other hand slid down their bodies to his stomach, detaching from Stiles' neck to pull his shirt over his head. Danny wasn't the only one to admire him that day in Stiles' room.

Derek quietly moved to Stiles' ear and whispered, "does that feel good for you?" As the man groped Stiles' ass then gave them a squeeze. Grabbing Stiles' left hand and placed it on his abs. "How about that?" But it felt as though Stiles was hit in the stomach. Unable to respond. Stiles' heart wouldn't lie to the alpha either, he was fully turned on, and it beat so hard that he could hear it in his ears.

Stiles ran his hands down Derek's abs and slipped his other hand down the man's pants. He viciously mauled Derek's shoulder, working his way down slowly. It wasn't until Stiles unbuttoned Derek's pants a little ungracefully when Derek pulled Stiles' shirt over his head. He couldn't stop himself from blushing as he lowered himself onto Derek. He uncomfortably took a moment to stand up to take his pants off. The sounds that Derek was making made Stiles redden even further. For however forceful Derek was, he was equally tactful in his approach. After each burst of erotic attacks on Stiles' skin, he'd smell how Stiles had felt and when he pulled Stiles' underwear down he asked, "Are you okay with this?" Stiles nodded and Derek flipped him over.

He didn't expect Derek to graciously take care of him, so it came as a shock when he started to. It was slow, his tongue was doing a wonderful job, and then he grabbed Stiles' legs with both of his arms and pulled him in more. He started to speed up and Stiles wasn't familiar with being so brutally attacked. It was pleasurable, it was like nothing he had ever felt before; and Derek was greedy. He kept going for a minute before pushing a finger inside. Then finally two and then he gingerly placed the third in and Stiles would be lying if he had said it was completely comfortable. Still, he knew he wanted Derek more than ever.

Surprisingly, taking Derek in wasn't as painful as he was expecting. Derek took it slow, pushed the head inside, and Stiles had to relax even more than he was ready for. Derek had placed a hand on him, lightning fast, as he adjusted. Stiles must have done something wrong, he felt a sharp pain, but Derek took that away almost instantly. Stiles saw the black veins go up his arm and then they were gone and another inch was pushed inside. He could hear Derek's soft moans in his ear and that's when he hit Stiles with what must have been his finishing move-had this been a video game, he began to nibble at Stiles' ear. And Stiles isn't saying he suddenly has a kink for that now, but Derek definitely did something to him in more ways than one.

Finally, after what felt like an hour, Derek was fully inside. And after he adjusted himself to be between Stiles' legs, his dick hit what he could only assume was Stiles' prostate. It took everything in Stiles not to cum right then and there. He knew if Derek moved, he wouldn't last one second and the alpha seemed to sense that immediately. In fact, he seemed pleased with himself. He gave a tiny thrust and that was enough for Stiles to release all over Derek's couch. He began to thrust into the brown eyed man beneath him at his own pace. It was almost uncomfortable after climaxing himself, but after a while, recovered enough to get hard again. He slid smoothly into Stiles and held him as if he weighed nothing. He hastened his pace a little and then lowered his head one more time to say "I love you, Stiles." This man saying those words to him was enough to drive Stiles over the edge, he wanted to cum again so badly, but his body just couldn't recover from the first time.

"I love you too, Derek." Stiles saw him smile from the corner of his eye, shocked when he pulled out, but soon realized he just wanted to flip over Stiles. And then he was back inside, giving long kisses before Stiles felt his insides get warm. Derek grabbed him by his ass.

"Hold onto me," he said and Stiles pulled his arms around Derek's neck. Derek walked Stiles up the stairs. Stiles had hit his leg on one of the metal bars, it wasn't painful, but Derek laughed when Stiles shivered into his neck. He eventually got upstairs and then into Derek's bed before finally pulling out. He gave Stiles one kiss before heading into his bathroom, "do you need anything before I hop in? Water is on the nightstand if you need it," he called out.

"No," Stiles shivered a little now that the furnace was in the shower, "but don't expect me not to snoop."

"Stiles," Derek teasingly yelled, but happily showing off more of his body as he made his way into the bathroom.