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Derek focused on the house, listening intently. The Sheriff's car wasn't in the driveway and he could only hear one heartbeat in the house so he assumed Stiles was home alone. He debated for a moment before foregoing the front door and leaping up to Stiles' window. Sliding it open, he ducked his head inside to see Stiles lying on his bed and not looking too well.

After everything that had happened with the Beast, not to mention what happened to Stiles when he was at Malia's, Derek had been worried. A shard of glass through the chest was nothing to laugh at and he'd been waiting for what felt like ages to get to Stiles and check on him.

"Hey," he said softly, sliding inside and closing the window behind him. "How are you feeling?"

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Stiles was a bundle of nerves the whole time Derek was gone, even when he heard the shower start and the stop sometime later. The teen scooted over in bed to allow room for Derek, and when the man joined him in bed, under the covers with him he let himself relax a little. Derek smelled shower-fresh and it was doing terrible things to him.

"Yeah, yeah I'm good," he said, wondering just how he was going to fall asleep next to Derek without doing anything, especially with Derek's hand on his stomach, a warm weight.

"Though, you should definitely kiss me," he murmured, tilting his head up a little.

"Yeah?" Derek murmurs raising up to brace himself on his elbow to look at Stiles. He looked tired and rather delectable with his hair sticking up in all directions and a small pout in his lips. Lips Derek was finding hard to resist.

For a brief moment, Derek let his control slip, kissing Stiles with a hungry desperation.

"Yeah," Stiles breathed out, and was rewarded when Derek kissed him. Stiles moaned into the man's mouth, his arms coming up to wind around his neck and pull him down closer, despite the slight pain it caused in his shoulder and upper chest.

His hands clung to Derek as he deepened the kiss, panting, tongue licking along Derek's own in a slow tease.

Derek groans, letting his tongue dance with Stiles', forcing his own hips to remain still and not grind against Stiles' thigh. If it weren't for the scent of a relatively fresh wound hitting his nostrils as Stiles shifted, Derek isn't sure he would have been able to keep his promise. But the scent did finally penetrate the haze he was in and he pulled back, panting with his heart pounding double time.

"If you keep making those noises, we're going to be in trouble," he breathed, closing his eyes because the sight of Stiles' needy expression was almost too much. "Fuck, Stiles," he panted, forcing great gasps of air into his lungs.

A little whimper escapes him when Derek pulls away, panting. Stiles is unable to stop his own hips from riding up, pressing against nothing but the heavy blankets over them, though the friction is enough to make him moan.

"Derek," Stiles pants out, hands tugging the man closer. "Please, just... something, please," he whimper-whines.

Derek drops his head against Stiles' shoulder trying to think and failing miserably. He just wanted and it was hard to remember the reasons they shouldn't be doing this right now.

"Fuck. Okay, try and hold still," he finally says, sliding a hand into Stiles' pants, wrapping his fingers around the other man's dick, moaning softly at how good feels in his hand.

"You don't know how badly I want you in my mouth," he groans, kissing Stiles' neck. "Just hold still, alright? Don't move too much or you'll hurt yourself."

"Oh god," Stiles chokes out, hips bucking up into Derek's fingers the moment they wrap around him. He presses his head back into his pillows, panting heavily as he tries to stay still- well, his upper half at least.

His dick twitches in Derek's grasp at that, imagining the feel of the man's hot, wet mouth wrapped around him, sucking and teasing him. "Nnngh, Derek," he gasps out, hips rocking up steadily into his hand. "I want- I want to touch every part of you with my mouth," he breathes out, the words tumbling past his lips.

Derek barely withholds a whimper at Stiles' declaration. He'd spent many a night thinking about Stiles kissing him, touching him. And now he was so close, yet had to be so careful. He pressed his erection against Stiles' leg, his hips slowly rolling against him.

"When I can finally fuck you, I'm going to make it so good for you," he promises, stroking Stiles, his grip alternating between light and tight, learning what makes Stiles moan the most. "I can't wait to watch you come while I'm inside of you."

"Fuck," he moans, hips jerking up at the thought of Derek buried inside of him, making him come. God, he wants that, wants Derek to make him come just from his dick inside of him, untouched. He has no doubt he'd be able to do just that.

"I want it, I want you," he gasps out, having to drop his left arm as it was beginning to aggravate his wound, but his right stayed tight around Derek, fingers fisting into his hair. The slight bit of pain he was feeling definitely wasn't deterring him in the least.

Feeling Derek grinding against his thigh made his dick throb, and dropping his hand from Derek's hair he slid it down between them to rub Derek through his boxers.

Derek stills and groans softly when Stiles touches him, then begins moving his hip against Stiles' hand. A part of him was yelling at him to stop and pull back before he hurt Stiles, but another part was telling him how much more relaxed Stiles would be if he could come, how much better he would sleep if Derek just saw things through. He shifted, trying to make his position easier on Stiles.

He raises his eyes to meet Stiles, licking his lips before speaking. "Anything you want," he promises, finding it hard to breathe. He just wants more but knows that this time, he has to settle for this, just for now. His thumb circles the tip of Stiles' cock before gripping him and stroking, imagining they're both naked, not mostly clothed. "I want to taste every inch of you, lick a path from your cock to your mouth. I want to taste myself on your tongue, fuck, Stiles," he moans, thrusting against his hand. "I want to know what it feels like to have you fuck me."

It's almost too much for him to take, Derek's hands on him, working him over and making him pant and moan. Each slide of Derek's hand on his dick from base to tip has him shaking. He shifts his hand to dip into Derek's boxers, wrapping those long fingers around the werewolf's hard cock, jacking him at a quickened pace.

His hand jerks a little when he hears that Derek wants Stiles inside him, and the teen almost comes right then and there, moaning loudly as his hips jerk hard upward into his hand. "Oh, fuck, Derek!" Stiles gasps out, fingers squeezing momentarily before continuing their fast pace.

Derek nearly hisses when Stiles' fingers wrap around him and he immediately presses into his fist. It's like he can feel every bump and callous on Stiles' fingers as they stroke him.

"Would you like that, Stiles? Would you want to fuck me? Have your cock buried in my ass?" he whispers before nibbling on Stiles' earlobe. "First I'm going to pound your ass into the mattress," he promises, his voice trembling slightly as his pleasure builds. "I'm going to make you mine, Stiles. Mine," he growls, biting Stiles none to gently on the shoulder, marking him despite all thoughts to the contrary. But right now, he doesn't care. Stiles is marked and writhing beneath him and it's suddenly all too much, too perfect.

"Stiles...fuck, tighter...just like that," he pleads, thrusting into Stiles' hand. There was a time Derek prided himself on his control, but today was not that day. He was going to lose it any second now, but he wanted to make sure Stiles came as well. His stroking tempo on Stiles' cock sped up to match his panting breaths. "Let me watch you," he pants, pulling his head back. "Let me see you come undone, Stiles."

"Yes, fuck, yes!" Stiles cries out, panting hard, and the promises Derek murmurs into his skin makes his whole body ache with want. The bite alone, knowing Derek is marking him, nearly makes him come right then and there.

He manages to hold out just a little bit longer, but loses it completely when Derek tells him to come- and he can't not, not with the man's breathy deep voice telling him to. So he does. Stiles comes so hard he almost passes out, gasping and arching under Derek, his name falling breathlessly from his lips in a shout of pleasure as he spills between them.

His hand spasms around Derek's slick cock, momentarily forgetting what it was he was doing in the wake of such pleasure.

Derek doesn't even need the steady rhythm of Stiles' hand to keep him on track to orgasm. Just watching him, hearing him, smelling him as he climaxed was enough to push him over the edge when Stiles' fingers clench tightly around him.

He doesn't speak, can't utter a word as the orgasm crashes over him, draining every bit of energy and tension out of his body. Even his fear for Stiles' safety, his need to keep him out of pain was tempered by the utter relaxation that came with the orgasm.

Stiles was everything he thought he would be and more. The thought of them doing more than jerking each other off was enough to make his cock twitch again. Groaning softly, he rolled away from Stiles, still panting. "Do you hurt?" he breathed, leaning in to kiss Stiles softly, gently on the lips. "I'm going to get something from the bathroom to clean this up."

His legs feeling boneless, he manages to get to his feet and walk to the bathroom, wetting a washcloth before returning to Stiles. Both of their shorts were kind of a mess now, but he did his best to clean up the worst of it. If there was a part of him that wanted the scent to stay in the air for longer, well Stiles didn't need to know that yet.

The question takes a moment to get through his pleasure-fogged brain, his brows furrowing a little before he remembers that he is injured.

He doesn't hurt, at the moment, but he does feel ashamed. He feels like he pushed Derek into doing something when it had been clear from the get-go that the man had wanted to wait until he was recovered.

"I'm fine, I'm good," he says, smiling a little as he watches Derek leave the room for a few moments. He's quiet when Derek returns and cleans them up, and he feels even more ashamed now. They haven't even had their first date and already Stiles can't do one thing that Derek asks of him.

Derek's brow is furrowed in confusion as he returns the washrag to the bathroom. He had expected Stiles to be more...babbly, after sex, not so quiet and distant. Derek ran the last thirty minutes through his mind, trying to figure out what he'd done wrong. Had he pushed too far? He had said they wouldn't do anything, not while Stiles is hurt anyway.

And he went and did it anyway. Fuck. Stiles probably thought he was a monster with no self control!

He returns to the bedroom and sits on the side of the bed besides Stiles, watching him silently for a moment, trying to figure out what to say. Finally, "Are you sure you're not hurt?" he asks softly, searching Stiles' face. "I know I said I wanted to wait and I shouldn't have pushed you, I'm sorry if I hurt you," he says, searching Stiles' face, hoping he didn't screw everything up. "I...normally have more self control," he finishes lamely.

He's not surprised by the question, he knows Derek worries about him. "Yeah, yeah I'm good." He's sure his body will wake up in a little bit and remind him just how injured he still is, but for now he feels nothing but the hazy afterglow of sex.

Stiles' mouth drops open in surprise when Derek apologizes, and the teen starts shaking his head. "What are you- don't be sorry! I'm the one that pushed you into this- you told me, like a dozen times already, that you wanted to wait but I didn't want to and- it's not your fault, Derek, it's mine. I shouldn't have talked you into it."

"Wait. What?" Derek asks, blinking at Stiles. He's quiet for a minute, then smiles at Stiles. "So we're both apologizing for getting each other off, like it was a bad thing. We need to rethink our priorities," he says, shaking his head. Yeah, he wanted to wait and let things develop a bit between them, but truthfully, he couldn't be upset about this. It just stoked his imagination for what was to come and he wouldn't complain about that.

"I'm not upset," he says, sliding back into bed next to Stiles. "And I don't think you should be either. If nothing else, you should sleep pretty good," he says, nudging him gently. "It's okay," he adds, softly kissing Stiles. "No complaints. At all."

It was amusing, in a way, that they were both apologizing to each other over the same thing. Even if Stiles still felt shitty even though Derek wasn't upset with him.

Stiles curls up next to Derek once the man's settled in bed next to him, and huffs a little laugh at that. "Yeah, I'll sleep wonderfully," he murmurs, already feeling tired and worn out, even though he hadn't done much at all.

"I'll be good from now on, though, okay? Until I'm healed," he says, leaning in to return the kiss, then settles himself and rests his head on the man's shoulder.

"Sounds good," Derek agrees, wondering if they'll both be able to keep to the decision. Derek had just learned he wasn't very good at telling Stiles no, but he still planned to try. And really, they didn't do that much to be upset about, it wasn't like he fucked him into the mattress while he lay there trying to heal.

Derek drains away what little pain he finds to Stiles won't be woken up by it when his body comes down from its endorphin high. Then he lets his hand move slowly up and down Stiles' side in a soothing motion.

"Sleep. I'll make sure to get up before your dad walks in here later."

He can feel Derek draining his pain away only because it makes him feel a little more tired than he had been before, which helps him relax into the mattress, and Derek.

"Mmkay," he murmurs, eyes beginning to droop shut, and in a few moments the teen falls asleep curled against Derek's side, head turned and face pressed against his shoulder and neck as his breathing evens out.

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Sorry for the late reply ;A; work got me ded

Work is a horrible thing!

At least the money is nice ;D

Only reason to show up! The money!

Mmm, moneeeyyyyy

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