Through the years

22.

Warning: Smut

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"I can't, Der." Stiles said, his breathing heavy as he held onto the desk for dear life. "I can't feel my legs anymore."

"One more time." the wolf nearly pleaded as he rested his sweaty forehead against the brunette's back. "Just one more." he breathed heavily as he hips rolled against Stiles' involuntarily, earning a groan from the brunette who clenched his teeth at the feeling of hypersensitiveness. 

Stiles was so weak for the wolf.

"On the bed then." 

As soon as those words left the brunette's lips, Derek pulled away, turning the human around to lift him up in his arms. Stiles wrapped himself around the wolf before being gently placed down on the bed, lying down being a nice change as the brunette could have sworn he had been on the brink of falling down on the ground from exhaustion. 

Not wasting time, Derek crawled on top of the brunette, thrusting back into the exhausted boy as he stared down into his eyes. Stiles let out a long satisfied moan before bringing the wolf to himself for a deep kiss.

"You're gonna be the death of me." Stiles groaned, scratching the wolf's back as he felt his prostate being repeatedly hit on.

"Wouldn't it be a good death?" Derek replied, burying his head in the brunette's neck.

He could feel himself nearing his orgasm and he cursed himself in his head for not being able to resist the urge to come any longer. Stiles just felt so good and that feeling mixed with the bond rendered Derek so vulnerable to the brunette's every action that he couldn't do anything but surrender.

" 'Good' is an understatement." Stiles moaned out as the wolf made a perfectly angled thrust, sending shivers down the human's spine as his toes curled and he gripped the bedsheets in a tight fist. 

Derek chuckled at the statement, his fingers holding onto Stiles' body for dear life, his eyes glowing a bright blue as, with a few more thrusts, Derek felt himself letting go of his last restraints and just like that, they were both coming. 

"Better than going to the mall, isn't it?" Derek said teasingly, kissing Stiles lovingly as he pulled out of him. 

"I don't know, I quite like the mall." Stiles replied with a lazy smile and the wolf snorted before standing up and doing some aftercare. "Thank you." the brunette said quietly as the wolf was done, sitting down next to him. 

Derek cradled Stiles' face in his hands and looked in his eyes softly.

God, how stunningly beautiful Stiles looked after sex was always going to successfully amaze the wolf. 

"Don't thank me for doing the bare minimum." Derek whispered, connecting their lips in a light kiss before pecking the brunette's forehead tenderly. 

He was never going to get enough of this.

"Not every guy has the decency to do the bare minimum, Der." Stiles sighed at the thought of his ex boyfriends who had never done anything like this for him. 

Not even once. 

And here was Derek, the one guy Stiles would have never imagined to be with in the first place, doing what others had failed to do...take care of him. 

"Well," the wolf said, placing his elbows on both sides of the brunette's face and hovering over him, their noses softly rubbing as they gazed at each other. "I'm not every guy now, am I?" he whispered and Stiles could only shake his head in answer.