Sterek One Shots (boyxboy)

Artist At Work

Artist At Work by Nival_Vixen
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Stiles is a professional artist, okay? He doesn't do stupid shit like have a one-night stand with a critic and then spend the next three days painting like he's possessed. Except for that one time three days ago where he did exactly that.

The (extremely hot) guy was such a snob at the start of the night, barely even acknowledging Stiles when they met, in favour for shaking Lydia's hand as the manager of the gallery, but by the end of it, he was the only one that actually had something smart to say and worthwhile listening to (even if he was a bit critical of Stiles' favourite piece; so what if he had to work on his brushwork more?). Stiles might have been a bit tipsy on champagne (hey, if the gallery offered free champagne for the night, then Stiles was sure as fuck going to drink the free champagne), but he was still surprised when his exclamation of 'we should totally be fucking' was responded to by Mr. Tall, Dark and Stubbled with nothing more than a nod of agreement. They were out of the door before Lydia could do more than raise an eyebrow at Stiles. He just grinned broadly in return, arm wrapped around Derek's waist as he headed to his car, and then back to his studio apartment.

Derek had barely waited for the door to close behind them before he pressed Stiles up against it, kissing him like he'd been wanting to do it all night. Stiles had clung on, legs wrapped around his waist as they both fumbled with pants and shirts and damn him for wearing a buttoned shirt that was too tight. Still, they were both undressed a few minutes later, Derek's mouth and teeth working their way along Stiles' exposed skin and sending shivers through his body as he moaned. Derek's hands were large and warm on his cool skin, blunt nails scraping soft lines, and in the haze of the champagne, Stiles had the thought that he was a canvas and Derek was the artist. Which made him think of painting on Derek's body sometime, and he grinned at the thought as he watched Derek kiss and nip his way down his body, thinking of the sharp lines of his body, the soft curving lines he would paint, the feel of making the beautiful man become his very own work of art. Then Derek took Stiles' cock in his mouth and he stopped thinking so he could do nothing but feel.

Derek was enthusiastic as he licked and sucked at Stiles, and Stiles actually had to hook his legs over Derek's shoulders just so he wouldn't fall down. One of Derek's hands splayed across Stiles' stomach, holding him up as much as he was caressing him, his other hand alternating between sliding his cock further into his mouth and teasing at his balls and hole. Stiles shivered as he felt Derek's fingers pressing against his rim, his own hands taking purchase in Derek's surprisingly soft hair, tugging him sharply in warning before he came hard. Derek didn't pull away, instead moving closer in so that Stiles could shoot down his throat, and that was definitely one way to fully appreciate another man's lack of gag reflex. Stiles slipped off Derek's shoulders, feeling boneless and weightless all at once. Derek just looked smug, but hey, he completely earned the smug expression. Stiles pulled him in close to kiss him, tongue licking into his mouth lazily.

Derek moved them both so Stiles was lying on his back on the floor, his fingers returning to their earlier ministrations of teasing Stiles' rim. He shuddered, eyes closing and teeth biting at his bottom lip, squirming as he tried to move his body down further against Derek's fingers. Derek bent down to kiss him again, his body warm and heavy on top of Stiles as he continued to tease and open him slowly. Stiles gasped and moaned into Derek's mouth, trying to beg for more without the words themselves. Derek rubbed his stubbled cheek against Stiles' smooth one, then spent a few minutes sucking on his own fingers as Stiles watched him hungrily, tongue flicking out to lick his lips. Derek let out a groan of want, kissing Stiles again, and finally slid a finger into his ass. Stiles bit at Derek's tongue, hoping to urge him to move faster, but if anything, it made him move even slower, barely up to his first knuckle and already driving Stiles insane. He bucked his hips, but Derek held him down firmly, licking at the roof of his mouth as he continued to torture Stiles. Though not ashamed, Stiles wasn't entirely proud to admit that he was literally weeping and begging for more by the time Derek's second finger slipped inside of him. Derek seemed to move faster with Stiles' begging, his hips rutting up against Stiles' leg, his fingers moving firmer as he started to scissor him open. Stiles kept begging, louder and more vocally with each motion, hips and legs moving to help Derek along. He barely heard the tip of the foil condom packet over his own voice, but there was no way he'd miss Derek's guttural groan as he slid into his ass. Derek's hips jerked forward when Stiles squeezed around him, and this time, Stiles was the one to grin smugly. Derek let out an actual growl, fingers digging into Stiles' hips as he started to move both of them firmly and fiercely, telling him what he'd thought about doing to Stiles the whole night.