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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:
      Knotting, Multiple_Orgasms, Smut, Prompt_Fic
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-02-11 Words: 669
****** Perpetual ******
by Naemi
Summary
     Knotted Stiles is caught in an encore of orgasms, unable to
     understand or fight.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
 
It wasn't the first time that Derek fucked him, and it wasn't the first time
they were knotted together, but in a very peculiar way, it felt like all the
first ohmygod excitement—and beyond, much to his confusion.
Stiles was curled up into a tiny ball of sweat-covered human flesh. His lover's
warmth embraced him fully, from muscular arms holding him tight to his cock
buried deep inside him. He'd come, hard, a mere ten minutes ago, but the angle
must be different, or maybe the knot was bigger or harder or what the fuck ever
else to call it—the fact was, Stiles felt his own cock come to a lustful life
again, shivers not stopping to run up his spine, nerves not failing to
transport information of ecstasy to his mind.
The heavy moaning that had accompanied his orgasm had died down into panting
whimpers, but the sensation refused to stop rushing over him until he was a
squirming, writhing bundle of flesh and heat, crying his lust out loud, loud
enough for Derek to cover his mouth and breathe a shushing, “Easy,” into his
ear. None of it helped in the slightest.
“C-can't,” Stiles panted out between Derek's fingers, the word transforming
into a long-drawn whimper when oh Jesus, please, don't let me die while I'm
knotted, Derek shifted his weight just the tiniest bit, and the sweet,
torturing pressure against Stiles' prostate increased. He tried to move away,
but he was so perfectly pinned to the spot that he couldn't escape.
His attempt caused Derek to laugh out. “You're going nowhere, puppy,” he
drawled, amusement a living creature in his voice. If Stiles could catch a
glimpse of his eyes, he would probably freak out; they were all wolf now,
sparkling with the hunger of a predator in the very moment before catching his
prey.
Derek trailed his hand down Stiles' front, the entertainment of pleasure
weighing more than the risk of babbling, which, of course, started right away,
interrupted by whimpers and moans, but dying when Derek's fingers reached the
base of Stiles' cock, wrapped around its length, and slid up slowly, smearing
cum and sweat and creating just enough pressure that Stiles, if he could move,
would have bucked his hips up in want for more.
As it was, though, all he could do was to cry out, “More, please, oh sweet holy
fuck!” and only a few firm strokes later, he spurted over Derek's hand, and
himself, and the sheets, and he didn't notice any of it, his mind unable to
process the information.
“Sweet,” Derek chuckled, rubbing his content grin into the back of Stiles head,
breathing in his heavy scent of sex and exhaustion.
“You killed me,” Stiles moaned, believing it for the blink of an eye, and then,
finally, he realized he'd come twice in less than fifteen minutes, and he
blushed hard, unsure why exactly he felt ashamed of it.
“I'm impressed. That's new, even for me.”
“What?”
“Recovery time: zero.”
Stiles closed his eyes, deciding not to reply. The aftermath drew him in, still
rocking him on soft waves. His breath and heartbeat finally slowed down,
thanks, but he was still knotted, and the pressure on his prostate was still
there, and it filled him with slight horror when it occurred to him that he had
booked a flight with several layovers, and the next plane was boarding already.
Tears filled his eyes, partly because his body felt too sore all over for more
pant-sweat-contract-crash, partly because he was vibrating with the bliss of a
choir of angels giving another encore. Only that this folly of a thought,
crossing his mind to escape through his mouth, caused him a laughing fit.
He came twice again, but none the less intense. Of course, Derek provided a
little additional help with biting, pinching and fondling. And every time
Stiles tensed around him, some of the fire shot right back as a consuming
mixture of power, pleasure and pride.
End Notes
     Prompt: Mid-coitus. Stiles and Derek are knotted together, and Stiles
     cannot STOP cumming with Derek's cock pressed against his prostate.
     Secretly, Derek loves that Stiles loves his knot.
     Beta'd by the wonderful Moit, who also made sure that all characters
     were returned unharmed.
     [Feedback is love.]
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