STILES POV
Stiles could tell this was torturing Derek, considering the fact that he could barely form a sentence without moaning. He thought about ending his torture and just blowing him but then thought better of it,
‘Why not show him evil?’
He decided to remove Derek's pants, slowly unbuttoning the jeans and unzipped them. Stiles pulled them down and off him and kissed his thigh, close enough to his cock that his cheek brushed it and Derek moaned really loud at that. “Aw…are we sensitive?”
“YES.” He growled
“Ha-ha I bet you want me to swallow you right now. But guess what?”
“What?” he snarled.
“Naughty wolves don’t get blown when they want. They get tortured for being naughty!”
Derek made the cutest sound ever at that. He whined, almost like a puppy.
“Oh my god that was so cute! But not cute enough to end your torture just yet, soon, but not yet.” Stiles went back down and kissed Derek’s other thigh, his cheek once again brushing the other’s cock, Derek’s loud moan filling the room.
Stiles licked his inner thigh, moving his head to lick the other one before he mouthed Derek’s cock through his boxers. Derek let out the neediest moan Stiles had ever heard from the man.
He left his mouth there for a few seconds, breathing hot air on the clothed cock. He started licking the throbbing member, getting the fabric wet.
He stopped his ministrations, licking his way up Derek's body all the way to his lips. He kissed him sweetly and he was content with that for now. They continued kissing like that for a while only stopping to breathe every few minutes.
Eventually, Stiles pulled out of the kiss, his lips swollen and red. He moved back down Derek’s body and kissed his cock.
Looking at Derek through his lashes he spoke huskily, “Watch me.”
He got off the bed and started stripping; instinctually, Derek’s hand went down toward his cock but before he could wrap his hand around himself Stiles spoke, “No! No touching yourself.”
Derek dropped his hand and kept watching Stiles as he stripped. Derek's length became impossibly harder, precum steadily leaking from the engorged tip, as every bit of skin was revealed. Derek licked his lips, this guy was too gorgeous.
Once Stiles was completely naked, he crawled back on the bed up to Derek’s ear and he whispered, “I hope you like it rough, because that’s how you’re getting it..."
Derek shivered, a reaction caused by hot air on his ear and his words. Stiles then moved his mouth to Derek’s and kissed him roughly. He moved to Derek’s neck, biting and sucking on his pulse point thoroughly enjoying the moans he got.
Stiles grinded his hard on into Derek’s still clothed one, producing a moan from both of them. Derek bucked up, wanting more friction and Stiles happily gave it to him, rubbing his hardness rougher into Derek’s ; Derek let out a breathy sigh.
Stiles got off of Derek and moved down to remove his boxers. Derek hissed when the cool air hit his extremely heated and hard cock.
Without warning, Stiles engulfed Derek's dick. Derek sucked in a breath in surprise then let it out slowly and moaned as Stiles sucked on his cock.
Stiles moved up and down on Derek’s cock, swallowing it to the base and licked the bottom where his cock and balls connected. Derek moaned out, his hands fisting the sheets. Stiles smiled around Derek’s cock, pleased at having found Derek’s sensitive spot. Slowly, he pulled up, dragging his lips off Derek’s cock.
“Turn over Derek, on your knees.”
Derek did as he was told, and Stiles positioned himself at Derek’s hole. Slowly, so slowly, he started pushing in, moaning at how tight and warm Derek still was.
“God Derek, you’re so tight!” Stiles groaned, letting out a forceful breath when he was fully sheathed in Derek. He waited a few seconds to let Derek adjust like he normally did before he started moving slowly, building up a rhythm.
Derek snaps his hips back, pushing himself farther back into Stiles so his ass is touching Stiles' stomach. Stiles moans and puts his hands on Derek’s shoulders and starts to move slowly again. Eventually, he starts moving faster, dragging his nails down Derek’s back, leaving claw marks.
Derek moans when Stiles starts to pound roughly and hard into him.
Stiles pounded into Derek relentlessly, mercilessly and Derek moaned in pleasure each time Stiles hit his sweet spot. Too wrapped up in the intense amount of pleasure he was receiving from Stiles, he didn’t notice the car pulling up into the driveway or the footsteps. Stiles leans toward Derek’s ear and whispers hoarsely, voice thick with lust,
“What’s my name?” It had to have been the sexiest thing Derek has ever heard
“STILES” Derek screams as Stiles, once again, hit his prostate. Stiles stopped moving but stayed deeply planted inside Derek. Derek whined at the lack of motion, “Why did you quit?” He asked breathlessly.
“I want you to beg me to continue, I want to hear you moan my name in pleasure!” Stiles told him.
“Please Stiles; fuck me till I can’t see. I just want to feel you inside me. Make me yours, claim me!” Derek begged, but Stiles still didn’t move. “Stiles please take me! I want to moan your name as I cum; I want to feel you cum in me! I want to feel you inside me, taking me, making me yours!” Derek pleads and hearing that, Stiles pulls all the way out and before Derek can protest, he slams back into him, making sure to hit the bundle of nerves. “OH my….ugh….more…” Derek moans out.
“What do u want? Tell me how hard do you want me to fuck you or do you want it nice and slow?” Stiles asks him as he slams back in.
“J...Just f…fuck me hard…” Derek moans out in pleasure as Stiles starts thrusting harder into the willing body.
“I bet you like it really rough, don’t you baby?”
“Ye-yes…oh god Stiles again!” Derek shouts as his prostate is hit roughly.
At this point the sheriff had just barely entered the house when he hears a male scream; it’s not his son’s scream but he heads over to his son’s bedroom either way.
“More Stiles…harder…faster.” Derek begged out, smelling the extra scent of arousal his mate was emitting at his name being said in such a manner.
Stiles thrusted harder into Derek, more than happy to oblige his request.
“STILES!” Derek screams as he cums all over the bed below him, then realizing that Stiles isn’t finished yet.
The sheriff was about half way up the stairs when he hears the loud scream, causing him to rush up the rest of the stairs. He got to his son’s door and barely heard Stiles saying, “That was such a turn on Derek.”
Stiles knew Derek had cummed both by the scream of pleasure and tightening of his walls around his cock, nearly causing him to cum as well.
“But I’m not finished with you yet!” He thrusts even harder into Derek a few more times; He thrusted especially hard in deep, cumming and screaming Derek's name.
The sheriff opens the door, catching sight of his son, slamming into the person beneath him, screaming his pleasure. They are both covered in sweat and looked worn out. He notices that they haven’t noticed his presence yet.
“God Stiles, I love it when you’re bossy.” Derek mumbles.
“I love being bossy, especially when it leads to this. But it’s your turn next time.” Stiles says and smiles at the thought of Derek dominating him. Stiles is still inside Derek but he leans down and places a kiss on the back of Derek’s neck and whispers “I love you Derek.”
Derek shivers at the feel of the kiss and says, “I love you too, Stiles.” Stiles pulls out of Derek and Derek moans a little at the loss.
