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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:
      BDSM, Dom/sub, Sex_Toys, Humiliation, dom!stiles, sub!derek, Obedience,
      Orgasm_Delay/Denial, Aftercare
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-01-25 Words: 2871
****** Tractable Docility ******
by leventhian
Summary
     “Shhh, Derek, you’re doing so good, baby. Let go of your dick.”
     Stiles watches in satisfaction as Derek sobs, but does as he’s told,
     instead grabbing a fistful of sheets. “Don’t come yet. There’s still
     so much I want to do to you. By the time I’m done, you’re going to be
     crazy desperate to come.”
Notes
     Woohoo, more sub!derek fic! I had a pretty intense paper I had to
     write, so instead of looking away from my computer when I was done, I
     started writing fic. :P
     I wanted to thank everyone who's commented, bookmarked, etc. You guys
     are awesome, and it makes me happy that people are enjoying. If you
     see some error I missed, please feel free to let me know. :)
Stiles grunts as he thrusts harder and harder into Derek, determined to hit
Derek’s prostate each time. Below him, Derek whines, one hand holding the
headboard in a death grip, the other stroking his cock erratically, trying
desperately not to come.
“Sti-ug,” Derek groans, “Gonna… oh, God.”
Stiles looks down at the desperate look on Derek’s face as the Alpha arcs his
back, pretty pink mouth open wide.
“Shhh, Derek, you’re doing so good, baby. Let go of your dick.” Stiles watches
in satisfaction as Derek sobs, but does as he’s told, instead grabbing a
fistful of sheets. “Don’t come yet. There’s still so much I want to do to you.
By the time I’m done, you’re going to be crazy desperate to come.”
Derek nods, speechless, but Stiles knows he’s asking the older man for a lot.
Derek hasn’t been allowed to come in three days, so he could forgive the
silence. Instead, he grips at Derek’s hips tighter and pulls him farther onto
his cock, watching the bruising on the Alpha’s hips disappear under his touch.
Derek was being so good, so obedient. The Alpha was holding back just for him,
and that thought sent Stiles over the edge. He buries himself deep inside
Derek, hips twitching occasionally at the sweet, hot slick feel of the Alpha’s
hole as he paints Derek’s insides with his cum.
When Stiles pulls out, he watches, fascinated, as a little of his cum begins to
dribble down Derek’s thigh. He resists the urge to lick it up and feed it to
Derek when he sees the Alpha’s dick jerk, and his balls tighten.
“Look at you boy. So hot, so desperate. So good for me.” Stiles whispers, as he
reaches down to grab firmly at the base of Derek’s dick, who keens in response.
“Just want to help you out.”
“Sti, please.” He mewls, “Please, let me.”
“Not yet, baby.” Stiles mumbles. Careful not to brush against the head of
Derek’s cock, he moves forward to nip at Derek’s neck.
“There’s still a lot to do. You gonna let me? You gonna be a good boy and
wait?” Stiles asks, suckling at Derek’s neck, tasting salting sweat on silky
skin, leaving huge, blooming marks which quickly disappeared.
“I- yes. I, I can wait sir.” Derek replies, and Stiles grins as he let go of
Derek’s cock and moves away from the Alpha.
“Find your jeans. When you’ve got them, go bend over my desk. Step into the
jeans, but don’t pull them up. And I don’t want your dick touching anything but
air.”
Stiles watches from the bed as Derek gets on all fours and crawls to where he
had dropped his jeans during his earlier strip tease. Knowing the Alpha would
follow his orders to the letter, Stiles goes to the closet, where he keeps
their toys, and grabs a small remote vibrator and another bottle of lube. When
he turns around, Derek has both hands on the desk, head lowered between his
arms, legs spread wide. His ass sticks out, and looks amazingly tempting as he
moves his hips from side to side, a signal to Stiles that his dick wasn’t
touching the desk. Stiles sits down on the edge of his bed, Derek’s ass at eye
level.
“I was going to rim you,” Stiles whispers, breath ghosting onto Derek’s hole,
just to see Derek shiver. “I was going to eat you out, scoop out my own cum.
Would have kissed you after, made you swallow it. Then I would’ve kept going.
Kept licking at your pretty hole until you couldn’t help but come everywhere,
dick untouched. Would’ve made you eat that too. Would you have enjoyed that?”
Derek’s breathes, ragged, before he responds. “Yes, sir. I would have. I always
love when you rim me, Stiles.”
“I know you do. But I think you’re going to love this too. Hold still for me
baby.” Stiles lubes up the vibrator and places the tip of the plastic at
Derek’s entrance, and presses in. Stiles feels no resistance from the stretched
hole, but still pushes in slowly, wanting Derek to savor the feel.
“That feels good, Stiles. Thank you for this plug.” Derek’s breath comes in
shaky pants as he hangs his head. Stiles imagines that view for a moment, the
sculpted muscles, hardened nipples, hard glistening cock, and he licked his
lips, spark of arousal starting to fill out his dick again.
“This isn’t a plug, baby.” Stiles whispers, and he feels Derek tense, the Alpha
clearly aware what the hard plastic in his ass actually is. Stiles flicks at
base of the vibrator, and laughs when Derek jumps. “Aren’t you going to thank
me?”
“Than-ngh” Derek’s knees buckle as Stiles flips the switch and the vibrator
comes alive, buzzing.
“Hmm, guess you aren’t really enjoying this. I guess we can stop then.” Stiles
says conversationally, fingertips trailing feather light up Derek’s slick
thighs to tickle at his balls.
“No, please!” Derek’s hips jerk as Stiles runs a nail up the underside of his
cock, ending in a flick right underneath the head of his dick. “I- Thank you
for the- the vibrator, Sti.”
“Much better. Good boy.” Stiles moves his hands down the Alpha’s legs, enjoying
the feel of Derek’s tense, sweat slick muscles. He does this for a minute,
occasionally nudging at the vibrator as Derek pants and groans above him.
“Alright, let’s get you nice and presentable.” Stiles bends down fully to reach
for Derek’s jeans and slowly rises with them. When he lifts them over the
Alpha’s ass, Stiles is slightly disappointed as the flesh is hidden by denim.
This disappointment vanishes however, when Derek groans, the zipper of his
jeans digging into his sensitive flesh.
“Turn around to face me. Hands behind your back.” Derek obeys immediately,
shaking with need. Stiles licks his lips as Derek’s cock juts out at him, red
and leaking, the sight making his own erection return. Needing to touch, Stiles
runs his index finger along the length of Derek’s cock, pleased when the
Alpha’s dick jumps at the light touch and a drop of pre-cum dribbles out.
“Look at how well your slutty little dick responds.” Stiles murmurs, watching
the drop hang from the tip of Derek’s cock. He repeats the motion just to watch
Derek jerk at the sensation.
“Yes, sir. Y-your slutty boy.” Derek mewls as Stiles flicks lightly at his
balls, not enough to cause pain, but just on the right side of uncomfortable.
Stiles rolls the Alpha’s balls in his hands, Derek groaning above him, and he
tucks them into the jeans, leaving only Derek’s hard flesh exposed.
“Tuck in your cock.” Stiles orders, and he sees the brief confusion on Derek’s
face. Dressing Derek is one of Stiles’s favorite things, and Derek isn’t
allowed to touch any clothing when they scene without the teen’s explicit
permission.
However, his submissive Alpha doesn’t question, and instead moves both hands to
his cock and pushes it under the fabric, hissing at the friction.
“Freeze.” Stiles orders, and the Alpha goes stone still, hands on his cock,
both pressed into his jeans.
With Derek’s groaning stopped, Stiles can pick up on the vibrator’s muted
buzzing, and for a moment he contemplates reaching for the remote and
increasing the vibrations. However, the teen focuses, and buttons Derek’s
jeans, the Alpha’s hands still pressed against his cock, and zips him up.
“Look at you, you horny little fuck. Hands stuck down your pants like a
teenager.” Derek flushes hard, but doesn’t make a sound, the freeze command
still in place.
The Alpha makes a gorgeous sight. His black hair clinging to his head from the
sweat, face blushing, lip swollen from biting, smooth muscled torso leading to
the bulge made from his dick and hands.
“So fucking pathetic you can’t keep your hands out of your pants.” Stiles,
continues, and Derek closes his eyes in shame. Stiles is sure the Alpha trying
to center himself, so he knows he needs to keep pushing, to keep Derek off
balance. “I bet you I could get you to come in those, just like a kid who’s
barely figured out what his dick’s for. I was only going to tease you with them
for a little bit. But now, now, I want you to cream your jeans for me.”
Stiles begins to fist his cock slowly to take the edge off, watching as tears
begin to leak from the Alpha’s eyes. He resists the urge to stand and soothe
them away, knowing Derek’s getting to the subspace he desperately needs, the
point where he simply doesn’t think anymore.
“Get your hand out of your pants.” Stiles commands, and Derek whines as he
obeys. The teen can see Derek’s cock pressed tightly against the denim, forming
a hard line.
“Sti, please, I’m so close.” Derek begs through clenched teeth, the friction
and the vibrations clearly taking their toll.
“I know, baby.” Stiles whispers, unable to help himself from soothing the
Alpha. “Get on your knees.”
Instantly, Derek drops, and Stiles winces at the loud thump the Alpha’s knees
make when they connect with the floor. Without prompting, Derek assumes his
expected position, back straight, head bowed, legs wide open, whimpering at
what no doubt is the sensation of the vibrator brushing his prostate, and the
denim constricting further over his cock. Stiles feels his own dick leaking
into his hand, and he unconsciously jerks off a little faster.
“You know, that tiny dick of yours barely makes a difference in those jeans.”
Stiles doesn’t miss the shake in Derek’s shoulders or the quiet sob he tries to
suppress. “I bet you if I marched you out right now, no one would notice your
baby cock, would they?”
“Y-yes, sti.” Derek responds, voice high and whining. “N-no one would be able
to see my little boy dick.”
“Which is why it was so pathetic your hands were trying to find your cock in
your pants. That dick doesn’t deserve finding, much less stroking, does it?”
Stiles stops jerking off to lick away his own precum, smiling at the sharp
whine that comes from the Alpha as he does.
“You’re right, sir. My-My pathetic boy dick doesn’t deserve stroking.” Derek
looks up at him, eyes glowing red, and Stiles knows he’s gotten Derek exactly
where he needs his Alpha to be.
“My point exactly.” Stiles moves a hand to cup Derek’s cheek for a moment, and
the Alpha nuzzles in, tears dampening his hand. “So here’s the deal. You can
come, but only if you do it by grinding into my leg.”
Stiles presses his shin into Derek’s cock, and his Alpha lets out a sharp whine
in the back of his throat. Derek’s hips thrust urgently, a beast released from
its leash, stomach flexing as he ruts against Stiles’s leg. Stiles considers
pulling back until he hears his name fall from his Alpha’s lips.
“Stiles, thank you, thank you, thank you.” Derek’s voice is high, sweetened
with desperation, choking Stiles with its decadence, and the sound has Stiles
jerking off furiously.
“Look at you. Humping my leg like an unneutered puppy.” Stiles groans as the
Alpha’s whines at his words. “I bet I could get you to bark for me.”
“Arf! Arf! Arf!” Derek barks, too far gone to be humiliated and Stiles can’t
hold himself back anymore, tensing as he could feel his pleasure taking over.
Forcing his eyes to stay open, shoots in Derek’s direction, marking the Alpha
with his come, as it lands in his hair and the side of his face.
Being covered in Stiles’s come is apparently the last push Derek needed, and he
erupts with a howl that is pure wolf. Stiles can feel pulse after pulse of hot
liquid as Derek paints the insides of his jeans with his three day load, and
the teen is mesmerized as his Alpha writhes and undulates against him, looking
beyond gorgeous as they both ride out the aftershocks of their pleasure.
Stiles fumbles with his left hand for the vibrator’s remote and immediately
switches it off. However, his Alpha doesn’t seem to notice, head resting on
Stiles’s thigh, smearing the come on his face onto the teen.
“Shhhhh, we’re done now, baby.” Stiles soothes, as Derek sobs silently against
him. “See how good you were for me? See how good my Alpha is at taking
everything I give him?”
Derek nuzzles at Stiles’s thigh more insistently, shoulder’s still shaking, and
the teen slips his hand into Derek’s damp hair to pet and scratch.
“You’re so good, baby. So wonderful.” Stiles continues. “The best boyfriend.
The best sub. The best Alpha. The only one for me, Derek, that’s you. Mate.”
Stiles releases the final word like a reverent prayer, and Derek’s breath
hitches, and the Alpha pushes his face further into the teen, as though trying
to disappear into Stiles. The teen smiles, and continues the liturgy of praise
and affection which has always been his favorite part.
As he feels Derek quiet against his leg, his murmurs begin to die down. He can
feel his eyes starting to burn and get heavy, and Derek is a warm weight
slumped against his leg. However, when he tries to move, his Alpha immediately
tenses. The noise Derek makes is an inhumanly high whine, and Stiles
immediately stills to soothe the older man.
“I’m not trying to get away baby.” Stiles says, heart thumping hard against his
ribs in concern as Derek sags against him in relief. “I’m trying to get you to
come up here.”
Derek looks up at him, eyes hazel again, and when he stands, Stiles can’t help
himself as he presses his lips against Derek’s. Stiles savors the sensation
like a fine wine, the warm press of Derek’s lips, the gentle feel of Derek’s
tongue against his. It’s soft and sweet and heartbreaking, and they try to move
onto the bed without breaking contact, Derek’s hands clenched around Stiles’s
tightly as though he were trying to escape.
Sooner than he’d like, Stiles breaks away to breath, and feels his heart
flutter as Derek looks at him with open adoration. Stiles presses his lips
against Derek’s three more times, just for the sensation, and he reaches down
to undo Derek’s jeans, knowing his Alpha is still too far in subspace to care
for himself.
Derek hisses a little as Stiles removes his jeans, but shifts to help the teen
disrobe him. As he’s pulling the jeans down, the sharp smell of come fills the
air, and he feels his dick make a vain attempt to get hard, twitching
painfully. Instead of paying attention to it, Stiles tosses the jeans aside,
and removes the vibrator from Derek as gently as he can. Once he’s placed that
aside, he moves up, letting Derek manhandle him so that they’re situated with
Stiles’s back to Derek’s front, Derek’s nose buried in the short hairs at his
nape. They lay there together for quite some time, basking in the warmth of the
moment as Derek slowly reconnects with reality, just the way Stiles likes.
“Let’s get some rest, Der. We can get a late dinner when we wake up.” Stiles
intertwines his fingers with the ones on his stomach, as he can feel the Alpha
relaxing into slumber.
“We’re going to have to order in.” Derek growls sleepily, and Stiles smiles
with drowsy affection.
“Why?” Stiles closes his eyes, conceding that to his exhaustion, but not
wanting to fall asleep just yet.
“Because someone just made me come in the only pair of jeans I have here.”
Derek’s voice is back to its usual gruffness, but the hand in Stiles’s
tightens, a sign of fondness.
“Oops.” Stiles says, clearly uncaring, and giggles when Derek pinches his
stomach in protest. “Hey, admit it, that was hot.”
“What it was was messy, idiot.” Derek nuzzles into Stiles’s neck, immediately
negating the insult.
“Think of it this way, we can order in, and we can keep playing.” Stiles
releases a small laugh when Derek shivers against him. “It’ll be great. I’ll
keep you naked, make you do your own laundry. Maybe mine too. I’ll make you
clean naked, and I’ll spank you when you do it wrong. I’ll make you answer the
door with just some briefs covering your erection. Or maybe I’ll keep you naked
in the background while I get it. Ooh, maybe we can-”
Stiles cuts off as Derek presses a kiss to his neck. “If you keep that up,
neither of us are sleeping, Sti. And I don’t think either of us can get it up
this quick again either.”
“Good point.” Stiles says through a yawn. “And sleep. That’s good for you.”
Stiles can feel the smile against his neck, even as Derek lets out what sounds
like an exasperated sigh. They settle again, and the moment feels insanely
dreamlike, hazy and pleasant.
“Love you Der.” Stiles says after a few more minutes, unable to keep himself
awake any longer.
Derek’s nuzzles his neck, already too far gone to respond intelligently, but
what’s whispered against Stiles’s nape turns up the corners of the teen’s lips.
“Mate.”
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