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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:
      Tongue_Bath, Explicit_Sexual_Content, Scent_Marking, Scent_Kink, Hair
      Pulling, Oral_Sex, Sexual_Content, Licking, Nipple_Licking, Biting, Love
      Bites, Scenting, Blow_Jobs, Smut, Stiles_wants_to_smell_like_Derek, Derek
      wants_Stiles_to_smell_like_him, Love, Romance, Kisses, Possessive
      Behavior, Mates_Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, Mates, PWP
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-08-04 Words: 1681
****** Your Scent Infused With Mine ******
by ebonysblues
Summary
     Derek gives Stiles a tongue bath.
Notes
     This is by far the smuttiest thing I have ever written. I hope you
     like ;)
See the end of the work for more notes
His scent.  His taste. That's what ultimately sends Derek over the edge.  
Derek pushes Stiles into a position that has become quite common for the teen;
up against a wall.  The older man's hands are on either side of the teen's
head,  keeping Stiles between Derek and the plaster.  Derek does this all
within three seconds- it's amazing how fast you can move when sexual desire is
motivating you.  
His thoughts turn to murk,  his mind only focusing on one thing and one thing
only.
 Stiles.  
He presses his nose to Stiles' collarbone and drags his head up so that he's at
the other man's sweet spot.  Derek inhales deeply,  basking in the wonderful
aroma that belongs to his mate.
Soft,  pink lips press against Stiles' bare throat. A moan escapes from the
teen when Derek gently bites down on the skin, adding kisses here and there.
 Derek nibbles,  causing a red and purple blemish to appear on the normally
pale expanse.  
Long slender fingers find themselves running through Derek's dark hair.  They
grasp at the roots,  tugging on the strands.  The older man grunts into Stiles'
throat, loving the feeling of his mates fingers running through his hair. 
The werewolf lets Stiles' skin slip from between his teeth and slides his
tongue out to lap at the fresh love bite.  He licks at the teen's neck,
 savoring the taste.  
Derek places his hands on Stiles' waist, bringing their hips together.  He
slightly rocks himself against the young man, pleasure immediately erupting
from their groins. Stiles feels himself tighten in his jeans. The two both moan
and thrust their midsections against each others again.  Derek pulls his hips
back for a second so his hands can meet with the front of Stiles' jeans.  The
man hurriedly unbuttons them and unzips the zipper. His hands then fly to his
mates shirt,  tugging at the hem of it.  With Stiles' help,  the shirt is off
and discarded on the floor in two seconds flat.  
He pulls his head back and licks his lips,  taking in the sight before him.
 The spread of pale skin, moles haphazardly dotted across his chest and a trail
of dark coarse hair leading into his jeans.  His jeans,  which are tented,
clearly due to his excitement. Derek's lips quirk up into a sexy grin,
 ecstatic that he had this effect over Stiles.  He relishes in the fact that
he's already got Stiles hard.  
The teen pulls Derek closer to him,  desperately wanting to get back to the
rutting and thrusting that was happening earlier.  Stiles eagerly rocks his
hips against Derek's, who surges forward and crashes his lips to his mates.  He
sneaks his tongue into the teen's mouth,  tasting even more of him. Their
tongues battle for dominance, neither giving in to the other.  Ultimately,
 Stiles submits and resolves to let Derek search every inch of his mouth with
his tongue.  
Stiles' hands move slowly from Derek's hair to his neck and then to his broad
shoulders, while Derek's hands stay firmly attached to his lovers waist. The
amber eyed teen's fingers slide down Derek's back and reach the hem of his
plain white t shirt.  The teen continues to kiss Derek,  even while lifting the
shirt up Derek's chiseled chest.  He inevitably has to break away, though,  so
he can get the shirt all the way off.  While Derek has to tear his hands away
from Stiles' waist to lift the shirt over his head and throw it a couple feet
away from them. 
The teen hums softly, enjoying the view of a shirtless Derek Hale. He reaches
up and places his palms on Derek's chest.  He leans in closing the distance
between their lips.  Stiles softly kisses Derek,  applying a limited amount of
passion.  He breaks apart and says,  "Derek. " He pauses to look into the man's
eyes.  "I want you. I want you on every inch of me,  your scent infused with
mine. Please, Derek." 
Derek pauses before sucking his bottom lip into his mouth and nodding.
Complying, he places his hands behind Stiles' thighs and hoists him up.  Stiles
wraps his legs around the man's waist and his arms around his neck, the
werewolf being the only thing supporting Stiles up against the wall.  
Derek latches his lips onto Stiles' throat,  where he could feel the teen's
pulse beating rapidly against his tongue.  He catches the smooth skin between
his teeth,  only gently biting down.  He's about finished with making another
mark on his skin when he starts making his way to the bed.  Derek pulls them
away from the wall and turns them around. He walks forward until his knees hit
the edge of the bed.  
Derek sets Stiles down so that they could both kick off their shoes and socks.
 Then the older man lowers Stiles and himself on top of the bed, placing his
knees on either side of Stiles' thighs and his hands on the waistline of the
teen's jeans. The teen feels his cock twitch and softly groans. Derek pulls the
jeans down in one go, throwing them over the side of the bed when they're off.
 He lowers his head down to Stiles' midsections and mouths at the teen through
his underwear.  Stiles mutters something unintelligible and grasps at the
blanket forcefully.  Derek licks at the mound of soft fabric that's caused by
Stiles' hardness. Derek can also feel himself growing hard due to the fact that
Stiles is a moaning mess underneath him and is practically swimming in the
scent of need and arousal.  
A whine escapes Stiles' mouth as Derek's lips move away from his tented
underwear. The older man gives him a pointed glare and he quiets.  Derek
proceeds to lick from Stiles' naval to his right nipple, leaving a wet trail
across the mole speckled teen's stomach.  He swirls his tongue around the nub
of skin and nips at it with his teeth.  His mouth travels left and does the
same thing to the other nipple.  Stiles can't help but gasp at the pleasure he
begins to feel. Derek then pulls his mouth away from Stiles' body and lifts his
head to gaze at the young man's face.  Or more specifically,  his lips.  Derek
smiles, seeing them slightly open,  the ghost of a moan left on them. He grins
even wider,  leans forward and brings Stiles' mouth to his.  He slides his lips
against the humans, fervently. They kiss each other until Derek ultimately
pulls away.  The man slides himself further down the bed so that his mouth is
once again at his mates midsection,  right next to the place where Stiles
smelled most like him.  
Derek presses his lips to the inside of Stiles' thigh and gently grazes his
teeth across the skin there.  He continues this,  adding more and more pressure
until the skin is red.  He licks a thick stripe of Stiles' skin from the edge
of his knee up to the inside of his thigh. He repeats this motion until both
upper legs are covered in his saliva. 
The dark haired man checks to see if Stiles is smelling more like him than he
does himself and is pleased to find out that he does.  Derek's wolf purrs
inside of him, his chest rumbling.  
Now that the marks on Stiles' thighs are finished, Derek continues on to other
endeavors.  Such as pulling down his mate's boxers and letting his dick spring
free.  Stiles gasps,  taken aback by the cold air.  Derek fixes that up quickly
by taking Stiles into his mouth. Stiles gasps again but this time for the exact
opposite reason.  The warmth of Derek's mouth is so pleasurable, Stiles can
only moan and clutch at the bed sheets. The werewolf drags the flat of his
tongue along the underside of his mate's cock and sucks at the head upon
reaching it.  He swirls his tongue around the tip,  lapping at the precome
dripping from it.  Derek then takes more of Stiles into his mouth,  sucking
until he reaches the base.  Stiles' breath hitches in his throat for a second
as he is overwhelmed by pleasure.  The man swallows,  letting the tip hit the
back of his throat.  Stiles groans, removing his hands from the bed and
settling them in Derek's hair.  The teen tugs on the strands as his boyfriend
continues to swallow,  bobbing his head up and down on his cock. Derek allows
his fingers to roam along Stiles' stomach, his thumbs massaging the skin.  
Stiles grunts out again, fisting at Derek's hair.  "Derek,  I -" 
He doesn't finish the sentence,  instead he yells out due to his climax.
 Thick,  white,  hot spurts of cum shoot out of Stiles' cock and flow down the
back of Derek's throat.  He swallows as much of his mate as he can. He pulls
off of Stiles and licks his lips. 
The man glances at the sight of his mate lax on the bed,  his legs spread
slightly, mouth half open and a blush in his cheeks. Derek licks his lips again
before placing a kiss on Stiles' cheek. The man's lips travel to Stiles' ear,
 whispering, "I love you. " 
Stiles pulls his hands from Derek's hair, placing them on the side of his face
instead.  "I love you too. " The two men press their lips together,  enjoying a
sensual kiss.  
They continue to kiss and Derek lets his hand travel around Stiles' body; along
his stomach and chest, and then his upper and fore arms, skimming across the
tiny hairs and smooth skin. 
He pulls away from the kiss so he can touch Stiles' thighs and legs. His hands
travel back up as he does and settle on his waist as he places his nose into
the crook of Stiles' neck. He rubs his stubble against it and inhales. He
breathes in Stiles' scent, which smells more like Derek than the usual scent.
Derek is beyond pleased with the way their scents mingle together. And so is
Stiles,  if the relaxed grin on his face is anything to go by.
End Notes
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