Leave Me In Ruins

Say my name

Stiles panted underneath Derek, his hands gripping at his muscular back. Derek's lips brushed gently across the moles that dotted Stiles' neck and shoulder. The small gasps from Stiles were like a pleasant melody to Derek's ears. He never wanted to stop making Stiles feel good.

Derek's rhythm was slow and steady as he rocked into Stiles. Often times their nights together were desperate and eager, but tonight, Derek just wanted to drag it out. The reminder that this could be over at any moment made Derek's heart clench. The idea that Adrian could be in his place made him sick to even think about.

Derek's hands gripped at the bed sheets on either side of Stiles' head at the thought of him whimpering wantonly beneath someone else.

He pressed delicate kisses along Stiles' jaw as he pushed him further to the edge.

The sound of buzzing nearby caught Derek's ears. Stiles' phone. The thought that it might be Adrian made Derek thrust harder, causing Stiles to gasp and claw at his back.

Derek nipped at Stiles' ear before whispering, "Say my name."

Stiles shifted to look at Derek with confusion. The desperation in that request was unusual for Derek.

"Please." Derek didn't care how pathetic he sounded. He just needed Stiles to say his name. He thrust in again just as hard as before, earning another eager gasp from Stiles.

Stiles pulled Derek into a kiss as Derek pulled his hips back.

This time when Derek rocked forward, Stiles gasped out a desperate, "Derek."

Something in Derek's chest released, like he could breathe again, and, not for the first time, Derek realized how head over heels he was for Stiles.

Derek leaned his forehead against Stiles' shoulder as he continued to chant Derek's name as he hit his climax.

The buzzing sound reached Derek's ears again and a new swell of anger washed over him.

It was instantly quelled as Stiles lifted Derek's chin so he could look into his eyes. "Your turn," he panted.

Derek's brow quirked.

"Say my name," Stiles demanded gently before pulling Derek into another kiss. He wrapped his legs around Derek pulling him in, making Derek thrust harder than before.

"Fuck," Derek whispered into Stiles' mouth.

"That's not my name." Stiles chided with a teasing smirk.

Buzzing again.

Derek grit his teeth and pressed his lips to Stiles' throat. "Fuck, Stiles," he moaned out.

Stiles stuttered briefly. Derek saying his name like that twisted something in his stomach. He realized Derek never said his name during sex. Stiles had said Derek's but never the other way around.

As Derek rolled off of Stiles, the buzzing sounded again.

"Your phone is going off," Derek growled.

Stiles lay next to Derek, spent. "It can wait."

Derek couldn't help the pride that swelled in him at that.

"Did I distract well enough?" Derek asked, glancing over at Stiles. He would never get used to the look of Stiles spread out across his bed, naked and completely debauched.

"Are you asking if the sex was good?" Stiles turned an amused look to Derek.

"No. I was asking if that helped." Derek rolled his eyes.

Stiles laughed. "Trust me I wasn't thinking about anything else during that."

Derek felt his ears get hot. Once again pride swelled in him.