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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      Oral_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-08-23 Words: 473
****** Learning to fly ******
by elenilote
Summary
     Stiles feels pretty fucking good knowing that he is the reason for
     the sighs and moans and Derek writhing on the floor. Stiles is
     seventeen, Derek a few years older.
It's the only time Derek lets go, when Stiles is sure what he sees is the real
thing. And well, feels pretty fucking good knowing that he is the reason for
the sighing and the moaning and the writhing on the floor.
And Stiles is nothing if not thorough, he wants to study every hitch of breath,
every arch of Derek's hips as they lift off the floor and every tremor of his
muscles as he tries to keep himself still, wants to make the connections
between the amazing sounds Derek lets out and his touch.
Derek never says stop, or not that way or a million other things that Stiles
was afraid his inexperience might bring on. Spurred on by the encouragement,
Stiles gets bolder, a scrape of teeth here, a feather-light caress there and he
makes the connections, finds the sweet spots and commits them to memory like so
much schoolwork.
The first time he's unprepared, misses the moment when Derek can no longer hold
back and ends up half-choking on the salty, sticky release. Most of it dribbles
down his chin where Derek kisses it off, causing Stiles to blush with part
embarrassment part arousal, it's hot watching your boyfriend lick his own come
off your chin. A little weird and unexpected but fucking sexy.
The next time he pays more attention and manages to swallow most of it, feeling
giddy and weirdly accomplished - remembering all the times he used to tease
Scott whether Allison would spit or swallow, not that either of them had
anything but fantasies to go by, but now he'd done it. And found that he likes
it.
Afterwards they lie on the floor with Stiles on Derek's chest, feeling the
other's heartbeat against his. He never wants to not have this, and says as
much aloud. Derek laughs, the sort of a soft, low growl he does that makes
Stiles's bones turn to water and his jeans suddenly too tight.
"I'm not going anywhere, stop worrying. You do that too much."
And any objections that Stiles may have thought to utter in reply are silenced
by a demanding kiss. And then it's Stiles's turn to fall apart, Derek is far
too good at pressing his buttons, knows exactly when to kiss and when to bite,
where to stroke and where to pinch and doesn't stop, makes Stiles come three
times in the space of an hour before he has to beg no more, please, I give in.
He doesn't have the stamina and willpower that Derek has, partly because he's a
seventeen-year old boy and partly because he's very human but Derek never makes
him feel worse for it. For the first time in his life Stiles feels accepted,
wanted as he is and most of all, equal.
And it feels good. All of it.
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