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the Derek to my Stiles.
He’s never done this before. Curled his fingers around a dick and stroked.
Ok so he’s done it to himself many times but doing this to Derek? It’s a different angle, it feels different in his hand, thicker and slightly longer.
He’s never done this before but Derek’s got his eyes closed, mouth open, throat bobbing as he swallows and he keeps letting out these noises that sound like good noises and Stiles shifts forward, presses himself closer into the v of Derek’s spread legs. Derek’s fingers twitch against Stiles’s shoulder, pressing into skin and bone and he lets out a groan that sounds like Stiles’s name. He shifts forward again, thumb running over the tip of Derek’s dick, slipping through pre-come and Derek groans again, sweat beading across his skin, pooling in the hollow at the base of his throat.
Stiles’s mouth waters, and he leans forward, licking a drop of clear liquid from Derek’s dick. Derek jerks like he’s been shocked and his fingers curl at the base of Stiles’s neck.
“I’ve never done this before,” Stiles mutters, blows a stream of cool air across Derek’s dick and Derek groans again, uncurls his fingers and strokes through Stiles’s hair. Stiles leans down again, sucks the tip into his mouth, running his tongue along the underside.
“You’re doing…just…Stiles,” Derek breaks off as Stiles sinks lower, his dick heavy in Stiles’s mouth. ”Fine…fuck Stiles.”
Yeah, so he’s never done this before, but Stiles feels like its a long time coming, and he’ll be damned if he doesnt get to do this again. And again.
