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works/813636.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      Smut, Dom/sub, Rough_Sex, quick_fic
  Series:
      Part 2 of Teen_Wolf_Shorts
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-05-22 Words: 371
****** For One's Liking ******
by Naemi
Summary
     They both like different situations best, but in the end, it's still
     pretty much the same.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
 
Stiles liked Derek best when the man had his cock buried so deep inside him
that he couldn't tell the difference between their bodies. He dreamed of it,
even when he was awake. The strength of Derek's biceps under his hand. The
smoothness of his skin, glistening with sweat. Eyes on the verge of wolf. There
was nothing more thrilling than this combination, except maybe for the thrusts
of the It's So Hard It Hurts kind. Stiles wanted all of it, every inch of cock
and every slap of balls, a bruising grip, and his head jerked back—whatever—it
didn't matter as long as Derek decided for him. The lack of control got him
moaning, writhing, bucking like a rodeo horse, pleasepleaseplease, eyes filling
with tears, oh god it's so good, because of feeling filthy, and yes, I'm your
little whore, godplease fuck me harder, stretchmefillme! He loved being fucked
until he turned into a mindless travesty of a human being, please deposit any
dignity you own at the entrance, we will dispose of it on your behalf.
Stiles liked Derek best when the man had his cock buried deep inside him; the
other moments he kept to himself, like when Derek finally granted him a kiss,
long into their afterglow. Like those nights when he was allowed to fall asleep
in Derek’s arms.
Derek liked Stiles best with his mouth shut. To have him choke on cock proved
an effective method of preventing any and all rambling, and Derek wouldn't deny
how fucking hot it made him. Shaky hands pressing against his hipbone. Stiles'
pretty face red with exertion, pink lips stretched wide. Eyes pleading. The
turn-on of helplessness, and how willingly Stiles did all he was asked. Those
times Derek cut the boy's breath off until the brink of damage. He would wipe
the saliva off his chin and use it to lube him up, knowing Stiles felt
humiliated at morphing into a worthless fucktoy with no control whatsoever over
his own body. Derek loved the feeling of power and took it any way, any time.
Derek liked Stiles best with his mouth shut. There was no use in talking about
feelings anyway. He knew. It was enough.
End Notes
     Beta'd by the wonderful Moit, who also made sure that all characters
     were returned unharmed.
     [Feedback is love.]
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