Sterek Library (a03 Edition)

First Date (Queer Your Coffee part two) Mature Content

By: alisvolatpropiis on a03

Derek pushes Stiles into his own house, not knowing where in the hell his bedroom is or if his roommate is home, not giving a damn about either because he’s finally kissing him, finally feeling those sinfully hot lips against his, finally teasing at the barbell in his tongue. He’s got one hand around his slim waist, the other on the back of his head, fingers tangling in his soft, dark hair. Stiles is kissing him back hard, pushing Derek’s glasses up his nose with his face, tongue working miracles against his. He smiles into the kiss and moans, hands grabbing at Derek’s chest before wrapping around his back and sliding down, squeezing his ass and pulling him in closer. The thin hoop through his lip teases in his beard, sending sizzling pulses of heat straight to his cock. They’re a little bit stoned but he feels absolutely drunk, intoxicated by the taste of Stiles’ mouth and the feel of his hard, lean body.

When they finally pull apart, chests rising and falling together, Derek sees that he has Stiles pressed against a wall, that somehow they've gotten the front door closed and stumbled halfway down a long, dark hallway. He buries his face in his tattooed neck, pushing his glasses against his eyes but not caring, breathing in the spicy, slightly-coffee flavored scent of him, mouth watering. He had been doing such a good job, keeping his ever-growing need for Stiles under control all through their first date, not letting it get the best of him until now, his screaming lust for this gorgeous man finally overpowering his nerves and his usual caution.

They had gotten Thai takeout and ate on a blanket at the outdoor movie theater and watched The Big Lebowski, sharing a joint offered by the group next to them that Stiles seemed to casually know. They had snuggled and laughed, whispering into each other’s ears and tangling their fingers together under the stars and the glow of the ancient drive-in screen. It was perfect.

And Derek had been good about waiting to kiss him, even though that’s pretty much all he could think about the whole night. He drove Stiles home and walked him to his front door, teasing him about still not seeing his Holy Shit Derek Hale Might Be Into Me victory dance. Stiles got this glint in his eye and cocked an eyebrow up, leaned in close. “I think I might have to change the name,” he mused. “I have a feeling you might be more than kinda into me.” He was damn sure of himself, that cocky little smile making Derek want him even more. And then that smugness all but disappeared when Stiles started dancing, or doing something like dancing that really looked more like a seizure, and then Derek was laughing and pulling him into a demanding kiss and shoving him into the front door.

“I’m sorry,” Derek says now stepping back a bit, trying to settle down, eyes straining to focus in the dark hallway, readjusting his smudged glasses. It’s been a long time since he’s dated, yes, but he’s still pretty sure sex on the first date with someone he just met two days ago is not the best way to start something that he wants to last. And he certainly wants something with Stiles, something that will last indefinitely even, maybe.

“You better be apologizing for stopping,” Stiles huffs, twisting his fingers into Derek’s Henley and pulling him into another bruising kiss, warm steel of his tongue ring tracing the outline of Derek’s lips before it dives into his mouth, insistent and greedy. Stiles takes the lead then, pushing Derek so he’s walking backwards, Stiles guiding him down the hallway and around a corner into a large bedroom, walking him towards the bed.

“Are you sure,” Derek asks as the back of his knees hit the bed, steadying himself by wrapping his hands around Stiles' hard little biceps, his reasons for trying to slow down receding further and further away as Stiles just looks at him, eyes dark with want, tongue darting over his lips. “I mean, I want you Stiles, fuck, you have no idea how much I want you, but…I also really like you, and I don’t want to mess this up – "