Stiles The Teen Wolf

Episode Five: The Tell

Stiles The Teen Wolf

Episode Five: The Tell

The dreams started that night. The night he admitted his own feelings for Derek to himself. What is it exactly that gives 'knowledge' power?

At first, it wasn't too bad. Derek's face etched with concern and fondness, the smile crinkling his eyes and actually showing his teeth, hands holding onto his own and soft lips against his. Stiles didn't have a problem with those dreams, in fact, he woke up from them feeling up beat and strongly optimistic.

Of course, those small and innocent dreams didn't last very long. He was a healthy teenage werewolf after all, innocent was hardly a word used to describe either a teenager or a werewolf.

A strong and sure hand gripped his hip, the pressure just enough to feel restraining but not painful as pin prickly stubble followed the trail of a wet and warm tongue up his abs slowly. Stiles struggled with the instinct to pull away. He was ticklish after all, but he didn't want to pull away, he wanted to be closer, wanted to plaster himself chest to chest with the hard mass of muscle that held him forcefully on his back.

Lips kissed their way up his chest, taking the time to lick and bite each hard little nipple once before making a steady rise to his neck. Teeth grazed his flesh, right where his neck and shoulder met and Stiles couldn't hold down the breathless groan that forced its way out of his mouth. The hand on his hip tightened for a moment only to loosen and tighten again, claws raking his skin as little shockwaves forced their way through his already leaking erection pressed firmly against the planes of a well-defined six pack. There was an answering stiffness held still right against his vulnerable entrance, the ring of muscle twitching in time with the throbbing of the head at every beat of Derek's rapid heart. It wasn't intrusive, Derek was waiting for something, waiting for him to be okay with it. Still, it was enough to drag a grunting growl from the chest pressed to his. He felt the vibrations in pleasant waves and he needed more of that sound, needed to make this man feel just as good as he was.

He pressed himself against the slick flesh of Derek's cock.

He wasn't dense, he read about and watched enough porn to know that this part of sex (gay and virginal) was supposed to be painful, but he didn't feel the pain as Derek breeched the ring of muscle, sinking slowly into Stiles' body. The arousal was overwriting his brain, his systems were focused on one thing and one thing alone – getting closer.

"D-Derek!" Stiles cried out, his eyes closed tightly as he tried to regain his composure. The only answer he received was a kiss to the side of his neck, such a gentle gesture that it made this whole act that much more intimate. The kiss didn't stop at one, Derek kept kissing his neck as each hot and wide inch dug almost forcefully into his body.

Stiles could feel the stretch as his body accepted Derek's into it. It was torture, how slow Derek was being, how careful. Stiles wanted to scream, 'go faster, harder, please Derek please let go, let the wolf go', but his mouth wouldn't form the words in his mind. The only thing he heard coming out of himself were whimpers, moans and Derek's name.

"Please!"

Wow, that was a new word; and apparently, it was the right one.

Derek's hips jerked forward, almost as if it was involuntary, and Stiles screamed. His vision went white as he felt the radiating pleasure. It started in that one spot inside himself and washed like a wave over the rest of him. Derek found it, that sweet spot inside him. And that's when the control was gone. His and Derek's.

Another sharp thrust and Stiles howled, the sound so animal that he startled himself, but Derek only echoed the call.

His arms were around Derek's shoulders and Derek held him right back, the weight of the bigger wolf settling on him almost uncomfortable but the pleasure pushed that thought away. He could take Derek's weight if the wolf just kept moving like that, just like that.