Red Riding Hood

Chapter Eleven

Things ranging from gags and dildos to massage oil and kneeling rugs showed up at Stiles' door the following week. He hurriedly took the boxes inside, not wanting a neighbor to see the labels. He had cleared out one of his small dressers to store all of the new stuff in. Now all he had to do was call Derek and start putting it away.

After calling Derek and making sure that he came for this, Stiles laid out everything they had. A black plug, a blindfold, some bondage gear, a small chastity belt, a pack of clothes pins, two different sized dildos, a gag, a simple black harness, a few yards of white rope, three kneeling rugs, massage oil, a pair of silver nipple clamps, a riding crop, and a spreader bar. Stiles hadn't noticed how many things he had actually bought until now.

Derek arrived a few minutes later and was almost giddy to see the new toys. He lightly ran his fingers over the different items and almost preened when he came to the nipple clamps.

"We'll have to use those tonight," Stiles whispered into his ear quite seductively. Derek giggled and put them back on the floor.

"Where are we going to put all of this stuff?"

Stiles smiled lightly and pulled open his two empty drawers. "I cleaned them out just for this."

Derek smiled sweetly and leaned in for a kiss. They sorted their newly arrived toys and Derek 'awwed' and 'oowed' at few things. Stiles left the clamps out and devilishly smiled at Derek. He pulled man up and kissed him hard on the lips.

Stiles and Derek continued to make out as Stiles slowly led Derek, with blind eyes, to his bed. Once the backs of Derek's knees actually touched the bed Stiles pushed his body back against it. He gazed hungrily at Derek before falling over him and continuing to kiss the man.

They slowly shed their cloths until Derek was only in his boxers and Stiles was in his pair of jeans. Derek loved the sight of Stiles' ass in those jeans.

"Just lay back and relax baby," Stiles whispered into Derek's ear.

Derek did just that and went lax on the bed. He gazed up at Stiles through his thick eye lashes and waited. It was a few moments before he felt wet lips on his right nipple. He gasped and his chest flinched in a bit before he moaned.

"Do you like that?" Stiles asked, licking down Derek's chest to his navel. There were a few scattered scars and one that still had stitches but Stiles avoided it.

"Mm yes, Stiles! Please...."

"Please what baby? Tell me what you want, Derek." Stiles smiled to himself knowing that Derek was struggling to speak.

"The clamps," he whispered.

Stiles picked up the pair of nipple clamps from the bed side table where he had dropped them before. Stiles nipped at Derek's already hard right bud. "Take a deep breath baby," he said.

Derek inhaled deeply and Stiles released the clamp on his nipple. "Ah!" Derek jumped a little.

"Good or bad?" Stiles asked, rubbing Derek's chest and giving him a moment to breath.

"Sensitive," Derek winced.

"Can you take the other or are you ready to stop?"

"Don't stop!" Derek looked up, worried.

"Ok, ok." Stiles did the same with the second clamp and when both of Derek's pink nipples were trapped he kissed between them on Derek's chest. "You're doing so good baby. I'm so proud of you for taking both of the clamps. Such a good boy."

Derek preened at the praise and Stiles kissed the top of his head. "Let's get you out of these boxers, huh?"

Derek nodded, his eyes shut tight. Stiles pulled down his underwear and shimmied them off of Derek's hips.

"You too," said Derek.

"Me too, what?"

"Want you to take your pants off, too."

Stiles smiled and kissed Derek's head again. "Of course, baby." Stiles took both his pants and underwear off at the same time. "Are you going to look?" asked Stiles, grinning at Derek.

Derek opened his eyes. "Oh, you're beautiful, Sir," he muttered.

"It's Stiles, Derek. Just Stiles." He knew it would take a little adjusting for Derek to just call him by his name after calling her "Mistress" for so long. Especially while performing these... activities. But at the same time it was importance to Stiles that Derek didn't see him as an overruling power in his life. In Stiles' mind they were equals with certain preferences.

"Sorry, Stiles," he mumbled, still ogling Stiles' cock. "Can I- can I touch it?" Derek whispered, looking a bit worried like he had asked the wrong question.

"Of course," replied Stiles with a smile.

Derek hesitantly reached out his hand ran his fingers along Stiles' cock. It was cut and pretty and at least seven inches long. Stiles' little buddy was about the only long thing he admired on his body.

Derek cautiously gripped Stiles, forgetting about the nipple clamps adorning his chest. He stroked slowly and Stiles grinned as he lightly played with the chain between the clamps.

"Ngh," Derek moaned and momentarily stopped touching Stiles.

"Still good?"

Derek just nodded and went back to jacking Stiles off. Stiles kept pulling and then dropping the chain. He was close and Derek knew it as he started going faster with his hand. Derek was achingly hard himself and just a little sensation down there would set him off.

"Cum after me, Derek. Got it?"

Derek nodded fast and surprised Stiles when he wrapped his pink lips around Stiles' cock. Stiles exploded, his body not able to take anymore. Moments later Derek came as well to Stiles' hand on him.

Stiles collapsed beside Derek on the bed. "Good?" he asked.

Derek drowsily nodded, his eyes dropping.

"Give me just a second, love," Stiles said and hopped out of bed, walking quickly to the kitchen. When he came back into the room he was holding two paper towels each filled with two pieces of ice and a wet rag.

"I'm going to take the clamps off now and then put the ice on them, can you hold the ice for me Derek?" Stiles asked softly.

Derek nodded and Stiles handed him the ice. "Deep breath," Stiles told Derek and he took the first clamp off.

Derek gasped and shut his eyes tight. "Ow," he breathed.

"I know," whispered Stiles. "Put the ice on it."

Derek did as Stiles said and his eyebrows relaxed slightly.

"Feel better?" asked Stiles.

Derek nodded and Stiles repeated the process with the other nipple. Then he proceeded to wipe up Derek's cum and the dribbles of his own that had escaped Derek's mouth and nestled there way into his facial hair.

"You did so good, baby. That was wonderful. We'll talk about it when you wake up, ok?" Stiles kissed the top of Derek's head again and Derek nodded his head slowly. His eyes drooped and his hands that held the ice on his nipples slightly sagged.

"'Night, Stiles."

"Goodnight, Derek."