DEREKS POV
Derek couldn’t deny that he was quite surprised that Stiles really was being bossy, bossier than usual.
‘God, I hope he gets bossier!’ Derek decided to placate Stiles by acting stupid when he told him to get on the bed.
“What?”
“Get on the bed!”
“Why?”
“Really? Did you think I was joking when I said I would show you bossy?”
“Yeah, kind of.” ‘God, I love it when Stiles gets bossy and sarcastic.’
“Do you wish I was kidding? I bet not. I bet you were hoping I wasn’t. I bet my bossiness is a turn on for you. Isn’t it?” He smiled like he knew it was true.
Derek growled at him, knowing that it turned Stiles on. “Is this why you told me to come over? To ask if you turned me on?”
“Sadly no, this is why.” Derek was shocked when Stiles tackled him; so shocked that he didn’t kiss him back at first, but once the initial shock was gone he was all for it. Too soon after Derek kissed him back, Stiles pulled away and started removing Derek’s shirt, raising no complaints from him. Stiles just stared at him with a look of pure love and spoke softly,
“God Derek, you’re beautiful!” The comment, not only made Derek’s chest ache but it sent more blood rushing south. Stiles moved to Derek’s neck, sucking on it and he could feel the bruise and before Derek even thought about it, he healed it. Stiles didn’t like that.
“Why did you do that?”
“Sorry habits make another. I promise not to heal it.” ‘Please make another.’
“You better not. Or I will have to make your pleasure as torturous as possible!”
Derek moaned, wondering all the ways Stiles could torture him with pleasure. “In that case I might just heal it.”
Stiles chuckled, biting on the pulse point again, sucking and licking it. The growl Derek released could not have been stopped even if he had tried. Stiles heart raced at the sound.
“You don’t like it when I growl, do you?” Derek asked sarcastically.
“No, I love it!” Stiles bit him again causing Derek to growl and Stiles chuckled.
“You’re an evil sexy being!” Derek told him and Stiles simply smiled.
“Oh, you haven’t seen evil ,Derek.” Stiles said.
He started kissing down Derek’s neck, over his chest and every line of muscles. Stiles was sucking his way down Derek’s body, leaving bright red mark on the skin. Wanting to mess with him, Derek healed a few of the marks.
“Oh Derek, you shouldn’t have done that.” Stiles said with an evil glint in his eyes. He moved up, replacing the marks Derek had healed but instead of sucking, he bit him. Each bite had Derek moaning. Stiles came down to Derek’s pants and looked up at him smiling, “Are you ready to get your mind blown away?”
“No, I’m ready to get blown though.” Derek moaned out; Stiles just smiled . Like promised, he began to torture Derek with pleasure. He bent down and mouthed his cock through the dark jeans. Licking and sucking on Derek’s cock through his jeans and it was utter torture. Before Derek processed the thought, the words “I’m sorry” fell from his lips.
“Sorry for what Derek?” Stiles asked against Derek’s crotch
“For heal…oh” Stiles started sucking again.
“What was that? I didn’t catch the end.” Stiles smirked
“Uhh…oh for…oh healing...oh more…your…again…uh marks! More….” Derek could barely speak with how good Stiles’ ministrations felt.
