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works/776278.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      Frottage, Humor
  Series:
      Part 1 of Games_We_Play:_Teen_Wolf_Mating_Game_Entries
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-04-27 Words: 605
****** Crash ******
by ladyoneill
Summary
     It's just sexy fun times, right? So why is his werewolf something or
     other bringing him flowers?
Notes
     My first entry for Mating Games over on Livejournal, where the prompt
     was "first or last" and couldn't be about sex. Well, all the stories
     are porny but the first or last had to refer to something else.
     Didn't win but I like it.
"What are those?"
Derek looked down at what he was holding then shoved them in Stiles' direction.
"What do they look like?"
"They look like a bouquet of pink roses. Why?"
"We're dating?"
"Is that a question?"
Derek huffed. Stiles grinned.
"So you brought me flowers for the first time because we're dating?" At Derek's
nod, Stiles took the flowers. "You know I'm not a fifteen year old girl,
right?"
Derek leered at him.
"And we don't usually make it out on dates. I think I can count on one hand the
number of times we've gone some place that wasn't a stake out or supernaturally
crisisey. We screw and sometimes you let me cuddle you afterwards."
"Do you want to go out?" He was getting that annoyed frown on his face, and
Stiles shook his head because he'd been horny since waking up that morning from
a really good dream.
"Dad's at work until midnight."
"Put those in water," Derek said as he headed for the stairs, stripping off his
jacket.
Stiles pressed his free hand to his already aching groin and grinned as he
stumbled into the kitchen, looking for a vase.
*****
The flowers held a prominent place on his night stand, the one that was shaking
and threatening to send the fragile vase to the floor, but the werewolf and the
human in the bed really didn't care.
Still half-clothed, they were thrusting their hips against each other,
devouring each other's mouth in hot, hungry kisses, caressing every inch of
bare flesh they could find. Stiles was fighting with Derek's belt. Derek was
this close to ripping the vintage DC comics t-shirt off his lover. Finally,
they broke apart, both panting harshly, and, in silent agreement, stripped
themselves.
Stiles was barely naked before Derek was crashing back onto him and the bed
rocked and the night stand shook and the vase crept this much closer to the
edge.
Derek pushed Stiles' thighs apart, gripped his thighs to pull them around him
and rubbed his cock harder and harder against Stiles', who groaned and clutched
at the wide, rippling shoulders above him. "Fuck, want you, fuck me now, Jesus,
just do it." Between kisses, Stiles babbled. Derek was used to it and ignored
him, concentrating on biting a mark into his lover's shoulder. "Jesus, are you
sure you're not a vampire...FUCK, Derek, come on!"
His hands slid down Derek's back to grab and squeeze his really great ass and
rock his dick up against those magnificent abs and he was so close to coming.
Derek growled and switched shoulders, biting and licking as Stiles yelped and
moaned and bucked his hips wildly. The bed rocked harder. The night stand began
to sway. The vase was just on the edge.
"Going to come, shit, going to come just from this, fuck you're so...fuck..."
One finger wormed between Derek's ass cheeks and he lost control for a moment,
pumping his hips hard, bruising the man beneath him, and neither cared.
Stiles tensed, then yelled and shuddered and came, his cum spilling over both
of them and giving Derek's cock something to slide into in quick drives. He
hissed, threw back his head, howled barely restraining the wolf, and came hard
and hot across Stiles' stomach.
The bed stopped rocking. The night stand stilled.
The vase crashed to the floor, shattering and spilling water and flowers all
over the place.
All Stiles could do was laugh helplessly as he came down from what he hoped
would be the first orgasm of the night.
Derek started biting his shoulder again.
Yep, just the first.
End
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