This part is rated R for explicit sexual content, so yeah .. you've been warned!
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Stiles eyes popped open almost as fast as he had closed them, and as Derek climbed up onto the table again, it creaked under him. The heavy weight of Derek’s cock could be felt through the denim and the heat was making Stiles head spin a little. Soon the alpha was over top of him, body glistening already with a thin sheen of sweat even though they hadn’t done anything yet. Stiles was burning up, and his breathing was still rough and ragged.
Derek straddled one of Stiles legs and for a quick moment he ground down deliberately against his thigh. Even without skin-on-skin contact Stiles was seeing stars. His eyes were scrunched tightly again. The elder male pressed down harder and smiled when immediately, like the after effects of pushing a button, the teen’s eyes shot open. They were wide almost as if he were just electrocuted.
“Spread ‘em,” said Derek.
“Okay,” Stiles replied weakly, and obeyed. He hardly recognized his own voice. He spread his legs just wide enough so that Derek could fit both knees on the space in between them if he really wanted to, but the latter made no effort to move. Instead he looked down at Stiles through piercing green, locking their eyes.
“More, Stiles.” The wolf got up on all four, both hands on either side of the young man’s head. His nails scratched against the surface, and Stiles wondered for a brief second when exactly they had come out. His face was still very much Derek, but the rest of his body was reacting differently to the situation.
Lifting one hand, Derek dipped his fingers carefully under Stiles thigh, the one not trapped between his own, and pulled it up and over off the table so it was folded more to his chest and angled away from them. Stiles would have felt very exposed if he didn’t still have his jeans on, but there was nothing he wanted more than to remove them in this moment. He waited for Derek to finish demonstrating what he ought to do with his long limbs then nodded.
Before rolling off to the side on the rather large table, Derek’s hands found Stiles hips. He smiled as his fingers dipped below the waistband by the belt loops, and Stiles winced at the faint scratching of nails against his sensitive skin. Without warning Derek pulled the tough material down, and dragging against the tabletop the action brought his boxer-shorts with them. He was grateful that today he had settled for a plain pair rather than the limited edition Spidey ones he had planned to don to school this morning.
Stiles hissed lightly at the drag of jean on his cock but then let out a exhalation of absolute relief when his member hit the cool air, standing at attention just inches away from where Derek had stopped pulling at the fabric. Derek eased off of the nervous male, his own dick shaking about obscenely with every movement to which Stiles eyes followed every sway and slice. The air was thick with need and whilst some of it came off the elder male, Stiles knew he was the culprit for the vast majority.
Derek’s dick rested for a second on his stomach as he lay on his side, his elbow propping him up and one leg bent, showcasing his impressive length, to watch Stiles push his pants to the floor. They were both painfully hard, but Stiles had his age and lack of previous sexual encounters to blame for that. What was Derek’s excuse?
Stiles brain wouldn’t let him believe it possible that Derek could actually like him, not to mention be turned on by him.
When he had finished removing his pants, they fell to a messy pile on the floor. Derek watched them fall, reminding the teen of a cat zeroing in on a bug on the wall, making sure it didn’t come any closer than it was wanted, then he threw himself over Stiles in one fluid movement. He was heavy, yes, but with surprising control for someone not exactly operating on all …upstairs cylinders. Derek’s biceps strained visible as he tried to settle down gently rather than crash their pelvises together. His brow was furrowed, and there were deep crinkles in between them, so Stiles knew it was taking a lot of effort.
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For His Protection [A Sterek Fanfiction]
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