Say No To This

3

Just as Jennifer pushes Derek against the wall harder, trying to create friction on his completely limp dick, the door opens. Stiles stares at the scene before him. Jennifer, being the whore she is, is all up against his husband. Derek, who is pressed against the wall with a forced hand on Jennifer's boob, has a look of disgust on his face. Stiles calmly walks in the room and sets the cup of hot chocolate on the desk. He the proceeds to the wall to talk to the bitch who has his husband against a wall.

"Would you mind explaining to me, bitch, as to why you have my husband pressed against a wall making him feel your boob when he so clearly doesn't want to?" Stiles asks.

Jennifer looks at him with a look of horror.

"What?" is all she can get out. Derek takes that moment to shove her off of him and hide behind his husband.

"I asked you why you are sexually harassing my husband?" Stiles says slowly, like he's talking to some who doesn't know English well.

Jennifer looks at him with a look of horror, then shifts her gaze to Derek.

"I thought you were playing hard to get... I didn't think you were actually married... Or gay..." she explains.

"Is this gay enough for you?" Derek asks as he grabs Stiles' face and crushes their lips together. Stiles melts into the kiss and bites Derek's bottom lip gently, asking for entrance. Derek submits and let's Stiles slip his tongue into his lover's mouth.

"I get it, you can stop now!" Jennifer screams, putting her dress back on and scurrying out the door, closing it behind her.

"Well, now that that's over," Stiles says, "I brought you your favorite drink." He hands Derek the cup, who sets it down on the ground. He then proceeds to take everything off his desk, carefully placing it by the far wall. Stiles looks at him with a confused look. When Derek is done, he locks his door. Finally, he walks over to Stiles and whispers in his ear.

"I'm going to fuck you over this desk so hard you won't even remember where we are." Derek says in gruff and sexy voice.

All Stiles can do is whine. Then Derek is kissing him. Stiles moans and Derek takes that opportunity to slip his tongue into his husband mouth. He trails kisses down his jaw to his neck, biting and then licking to ease the pain. Derek grabs the bottom of Stiles' shirt and rips it off of Stiles. God, Stiles loves it when Derek is rough.

Derek then proceeds to bite and lick his way down Stiles' chest, stopping at a pebbled nipple to bite and suck it. Stiles is making the most glorious, high-pitched noises Derek has heard from him. He comes back to Stiles' lips and kiss him again. He grabs Stiles by the thighs and carries him to the desk. He gently lays him down, and then pushes him down so he's laying on the desk. Derek licks a stripe down from Stiles' collar bone to his navel. He sucks on his navel and Stiles arches his back, almost bucking into Derek.

Derek doesn't waste anymore time. He quickly sheds Stiles of his jeans and takes off his own clothes, leaving them in boxers. Derek looks at the cock that tents Stiles' boxers, his mouth watering. He licks a stripe up the clothed cock, making Stiles cry out.

"Derek," Stiles pants out, "I've had enough teasing, please just take me!"

"Patience baby, we'll get there, I promise." Derek replies.

He pulls down Stiles' boxers, making his leaking cock spring out. He licks a stripe from the base to the tip and then takes him whole. Stiles gasps as Derek's wet, hot mouth takes him in. Derek swirls his tongue around the tip, teasing Stiles before deep throating him. Stiles starts to buck his hips, fucking Derek's mouth and throat.

Derek slips off Stiles extremely hard dick with one final lick to the head and a 'pop'. He sticks two fingers on Stiles lips. Stiles understands and takes the two fingers into his mouth, getting them wet so Derek could stretch him. Derek takes his fingers and slowly slides one in easily into Stiles asshole. Stiles is completely ready, needing no stretching at all, but just in case, Derek always stretches him out. He quickly slips a finger in and starts scissoring Stiles hole.

"Oh my god... Derek! Fuck I need you, like, yesterday!" Stiles screams.

"Just a little bit more." Derek says gently. Although he goes rough in the begging and during sex, the stretching always makes him gentle.

Derek adds another finger. Finally, he is satisfied with Stiles hole. He takes his dick out, spits on his hand, and runs it on his dick. He does this until his dick can slide into Stiles easily. He positions himself so he can get into Stiles easily. He lines up his dick with Stiles asshole and slams into him.

Stiles let's out a surprised and pleasured moan. Derek almost slips all the way out and slams back into Stiles, hitting his prostate the way Stiles likes it. He leans over, still fucking Stiles, and kisses him as well. After what seems like seconds to them but is actually 15 minutes Stiles screams, "Derek, I'm- I'm gonna come!". Derek watches as Stiles spurts white strands of come all over his stomach. Derek quickly works Stiles through his post-orgasm state and then it hits him, hard. He comes inside Stiles after seeing his husband covered in come and blissed out.

"That was..." Derek starts.

"Incredible," Stiles finishes.

"Yeah, it really was," Derek says with a smile.

He gets up and grabs his big box of tissues and starts to clean them up. When he gets to Stiles hole, Stiles says "wait, I want it to stay in so when we're in the shower together tonight, it comes out and makes you horny. Then we can fuck in the shower... We haven't done that in a while. Maybe 3 months."

"Haha, OK," Derek says with a smile and kisses Stiles. "Well, let's go so we can jump in the shower quickly," Derek says jokingly.

Stiles looks at him and yells "aw HELL YEAH!"

The shower sex was almost as good as the office sex.

Derek and Stiles lay in bed. Derek looks at Stiles and whispers "I love you Little Red, and I never want to say no to this".