Blind Love - Blind Stiles - Sterek

Glutton

Derek listened to Stiles explain why remembering what he looked like was so important and it broke his heart. Tore at it deeply.

Derek had never wanted to hold someone and somehow fix them more in his entire life.

But there was no fixing Stiles. Stiles wanted to know what he looked like. Wanted to see people smile. God that fucking killed him. He missed peoples smiles.

God this boy was shattering his soul. He had offered to do whatever was nessasary to help him find out how he looked. Because it was important to him. So he would do whatever he could.

Seeing Stiles on the ground hurt earlier had woke Derek up. Woke him up to the fact that he cared deeply for the boy with silver unseeing eyes and an impish nose and pink mischevious lips and messy hair.

So he had let him touch him. Not many people ever got to touch him. He wasn't exactly cool with people touching him.

But... He would do this for Stiles. When that first tentative touch caressed over his cheeks he felt like the world slowly faded away. He felt awestruck by Stiles in this moment. Every gentle brush of his fingertips sent his synapses alight with sensation and it touched him deeply.

The reactions that crossed Stiles face were facinating. He smiled and smirked and looked awed. Then Stiles started to touch his lips and Derek watched as Stiles pulled his bottom lip in and bit it. Making those lips even deeper pink.

Then the boy had blurted out how handsome he was and it made him smile. Only Stiles would say that in this moment. He was so cute.

Then as his lips pulled up into a smile he saw Stiles open his eyes and there was such a look of happiness in his eyes that Derek was so happy that he had let Stiles do this.

That was when everything changed. Stiles leaned in guided by his fingers at his mouth and brushed his lips to Derek's mouth.

Suddenly Derek was filled with everything Stiles. He smelled like pumpkin and spice his mouth was warm and those sinfully tempting lips were softer than even he expected.

Derek was surprised for a moment but then he let go. He let go of trying so hard to hold back.

Why did he let go? Because that image of Stiles laying hurt on the ground flashed through his mind again. He could have lost him today. He couldn't deal with that thought.

So he reached up and slid his hand behind Stiles neck and deepened that kiss from a chaste brush of lips to something deeper and more intimate. He tilted his head slowly and slanted his mouth across Stiles. He pressed deeper opened his lips and tasted those pink lips. He tasted like sweet coffee and pumpkin. It was ridiculously delicious. Derek softly swiped his tongue across the seem of those lips gathering as much of his taste as he could.

He heard Stiles make a soft groaning noise and he softly nipped his bottom lip as he pulled away enough so they could catch their breath. There lips barely brush as they breath the same breath hovering so close to each other.

"You're a really good kisser." Stiles whispered in a shaky breath.

Derek felt heat rise in his cheeks. Damn. This boy made him crazy. Derek had a decision to make then and there.

Continue? Or stop everything?

His first instinct was to run. Run the fuck away. Stiles was the rare type of man that might be able to make him fall. And fall so damn hard. Run away you idiot. Run away before you end up hurting him. Or he finally figures out how fucked up you are and leaves you? Run the fuck away from this boy with soft lips and gentle fingers and a voice that makes you weak. Run the fuck away...

"Will you go on a date with me Stiles.?" Derek whispered against his lips.

Well... he always was a glutton for punishment...

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