Stiles however, wasn't taking no for an answer, he took the erection nearly all the way, attempting not to gag when the head bumped against his throat before pulling back. It was a dirty move, it made the wolf unable to focus on what he was doing because a burst of pleasure took his breath away. "Stiles," he protested, hips doing this little swivel like he had wanted to push up but stopped himself just in time. "I can't focus."

Well, two could play that game. With a reluctant sigh, Derek popped the cap of the lube, coating his whole hand in the liquid because he wasn't as coordinated as he was supposed to be and had squeezed the tube way too hard. Some of it had even landed in his face. Oh well, not important. What was important, was to get his finger inside his mate as he was told but he used two at once, slipping them inside the loosened hole all the way, feeling the warm flesh surround them. It was an amazing feeling making him moan, but that wasn't what he was looking for. Nope. His attention zeroed in on finding the prostate, pushing on it as soon as he found it, rubbing it repeatedly. Fingering for real happening, but without mercy.

Derek's words sent a shiver down Stiles’ spine, making him arch his back a bit, the tattoo in the center of it shimmering lightly in the usual amber color that meant the presence of Stiles' slowly awakening magic. Of course it was caused by being turned on and badly wanting more from Derek. Badly wanting his mate.

He chuckled evilly around the tasty meat in his mouth hearing the breathy protest. Pride bloomed in his chest from it then he waited as he kept sucking his man enthusiastically. It felt like an eternity as he was listening to the telltale sounds of the bottle opening and lube squirting on fingers. His hole tried to clench as it was still a bit too cold, but the – from the feel of it – two fingers pushed in mercilessly. Stretching, searching, going deeper and when they finally brushed against his prostate, Stiles threw his head back, uncaring about his spit running down on his chin, and moaned loud. It carried and echoed through the mostly empty loft, but he didn't care.

He has never been a quiet person and it wasn't different during sex either. And now neither of them had to hold back as there was no sheriff or toddler around. It was just the two of them enjoying each other to the fullest. It was an amazing feeling for Stiles, nearly as amazing as those fingers making him literally see stars.

"Fuck yes! Derek! Right there! Oh god... don't you fucking stop!" he panted, rocking himself against the eager fingers because he was unable to stay still. If Derek wanted that to happen, maybe he should tie him out some other time. Though Stiles knew from experience that even then he usually managed a way to at least squirm. "Feels so good..." he whined as another wave of intense pleasure washed over him, making his tattoo glow a bit brighter as his control was slipping.

It took him some effort to remember that he had a task too, but eventually he figured out how to jerk the wet cock, his hot breath puffing against it with each moan and shaky exhale. It was crazy just how fast Derek was able to push him towards an orgasm and he knew he had to focus harder if he didn't want to come too soon.

Derek had completely different plans though, tapping Stiles' thigh with the hand that he still had free to get his attention, at the same time he added a third finger to push and prod as deep as possible. He actually wanted Stiles to come so he could taste that too. It was only fair considering the fact his mate had made him stop eating him out.

"Move back more, I want you to come all over my face."

It would also get that way too talented mouth off his cock because he wasn't ready to come yet, unable to focus on enjoying it. It would be too much of a surprise. And he enjoyed that feeling right before an orgasm, that spike of pleasure. The three fingers pushed in deep, the lube making it easier but it was still a tight stretch, especially because he wanted them to go deep enough to return the stroking of the prostrate with every twist the digits made.

"C'mon, coat me in your come, I want to feel it and taste it." They hadn't done this before, usually Derek was too eager to get it all in his mouth so he could swallow it but he wanted to smell it the entire night and enjoy the scent.

The erection was too close to his neck now, it would only go to waste like that, and Stiles really needed to pull away or he was the one going to get a face full. Derek could sense, in a distant sort of way, that he was getting close to an orgasm. He bit playfully in an ass cheek, leaving a red indent of teeth in the flesh. "Stop sucking me off, I'm too close. Or I'm going to spank you."

"Jeeesus..." Stiles shuddered from the dirty words and the picture of Derek's face coated by the thick ribbons of his cum flash in front of his eyes. It was something he immediately knew he wanted to see for real. The third finger burying into his stretched hole pushing him that much closer to that result. A strangled moan followed right away as pain flared up in his bitten ass cheek. Not that he minded it. On the contrary, he loved it! Pain during sex was one of his kinks, after all. It made him feel so much more alive and aware of his body and vulnerability. For a brief moment he even wondered if Derek would give it to him if asked. If he would even enjoy inflicting it upon him?

"I like to be bitten and spanked, just like you. Thought I didn't notice?" Stiles asked puffing out a breathless laugh as he finally took mercy on Derek and completely let his cock go so it could flop back down on his stomach. Stiles felt a bit of remorse for having to leave it there, but his man seemed determined to make him come first and who was he to deny him that wish? The returning pressure and rubbing against his prostate also urged him to move.

Derek had known Stiles had noticed but not that he was going to remember it like that. But Stiles liked it too and that was something he was going to use in the near future. Biting him all over to leave bruises as marked territory came to mind. Never hard enough to draw blood and leave permanent marks but marks that faded like hickeys was something he'd love to leave on the human. He wasn't sure if he'd enjoy spanking him but he was willing to try and see if it was something he enjoyed since Stiles enjoyed it. Hopefully he'd remember in the morning.

"Wait a sec... gonna turn around. I wanna watch you," Stiles said hoarsely and gently pulled the wet fingers out just to move and straddle Derek's chest, this time facing him. He braced himself with one arm against the wall, the other grabbing his wet cock to angle and stroke it slowly. He waited until the fingers were back in and when they did press against his walls again, he looked down at Derek with half-lidded and slightly glowing eyes. They were full of lust and love and need, the pressure at the base of his spine building steadily as he kept rocking back onto those amazing fingers.

Once again his fingers were being removed and Derek once again made a sound of protest even though Stiles had announced he was going to turn around. The sight was still very tempting, having his mate's erection hovering over him while Stiles watched him intently, to see him grip himself and move his hand up and down with practiced ease. What he loved most was the fact that the human was so eager to come on his face, the way they both anticipated it with eagerness. His sticky wet fingers returned once the other got in the right stance, pressing against the prostate with deadly accuracy.

"So close... Don't stop..." Stiles warned the laid out man, his long fingers tightening and quickening around his leaking shaft, balls drawing up as his breathing hitched and he never looked away from Derek's eyes while towering over him and literally jerking off onto his lover's face.

Derek’s thumb ran along the crack, brushed over the rim of the opened entrance. "Come on, give it to me," Derek breathed, mouth opened, catching a glimpse of Stiles' face as he came before he had to close his eyes.

Stiles’ loud cry of pleasure bounced back from the walls as white noise filled his ears, his body clamping down hard on the moving fingers. But what really made Stiles loose it was the beautifully obscene sight of his sperm hitting the flushed face over and over.

The thick come splattered all over Derek’s face in watery globs, still warm as it was cooling on his skin and the scent of his mate was everywhere, because it also covered his nose. Clever digits pressed against the sensitive prostate again to milk more out of the younger man, to get every drop possible as his tongue darted out to taste what was close to his mouth. His eyelids fluttered to test out if he could open his eyes without getting semen in them, having to peer through the thick ropes dribbling from his eyebrows.

Clearly, Stiles had loved painting his face, it was an impressive amount. He wiped at his eyes and sucked his fingers clean, licking them obscenely.

Panting and slightly rocking against the fingers, Stiles let that sight burn into his mind for eternity. "You're so fucking hot... marked as mine like this," he babbled, voice hoarse as he moved the tip of his spent cock to catch some of his cum on it and lightly push it between Derek's lips to make him lick it off. It was on the side of already too sensitive and nearly painful, but he didn't care, just watched in amazement then pulled out in a few seconds.

The spent cock was easily accepted within the warm mouth to lick it clean of spunk, sucking to get it all even though he could tell from Stiles' reaction it was almost painfully sensitive. They both didn't care. Derek loved the feeling of the soft flesh in his mouth, the way his lips closed around the shaft. It didn't last long enough in his opinion even though he knew why the human moved. At least he let Derek keep his fingers inside of him, all three of them stuffed inside all the way, settled there. He was tempted to massage the prostate again but for now, let Stiles regain his breath, not wanting to overwhelm him because they already were coming down from the magic high.

Stiles moved once again, limbs trembling as the light sheen of sweat began to cool on his body. He laid on top of Derek, keeping the fingers in him so he would stay open then he leaned down to start licking and kissing off the cum. He knew its scent would linger – something Derek surely wanted in the first place. He took his time, feeding some cum to his mate with his fingers or lips and tongue until there was none left.

Content with having the younger man feed him the semen, the wolf lapped at the fingers, the lips and the tongue whenever they were pushed in his mouth, not wanting to miss out on the taste, not even allowing Stiles to swallow his own spunk because he wanted it all. It was his to have.

Stiles gave Derek a long and deep slow kiss. He let himself enjoy the lingering taste of him on the wet tongue that met his in a slow sensual dance that lasted for minutes because once again he was reluctant to break their kiss and because he could kiss him freely. That simple fact still amazed Stiles.

"We really should invest in those butt plugs soon. They would make great Christmas gifts, don't you think?" he asked Derek after finally breaking the kiss. His grin was radiant, seemingly making his moles come alive too as long fingers fondly combed through the dark damp hair. He could feel that Derek was still hard and wet against his stomach. Stiles had plans with that too once he recovered enough.

It was also mind-blowing to him that Derek was opening up to him sexually like this. How he was so eager to try out new things with him. Not because Stiles would want them but because Derek wanted them. He came up with his own ideas too, which surprised even someone like Stiles. Of course, the kinky little fucker he was, the younger man was eager to make them all come true. He was always open to experimenting in bed and believed that until both parties were happy and liked what they were doing, it was a healthy way to develop a relationship. It was the same to the relationship/bond he and Derek shared. He could feel the trust between them deepen and the bond strengthen a bit more each time they did something like this. Because Stiles knew Derek wouldn't force anything on him and he wouldn't do that to his mate either. Derek was safe to experiment with because he'd put Stiles' well-being above everything else and that worked the other way around too.

"We don't need a plug right now." To prove his point, the three fingers pulled out a little just to push back in, plugging Stiles right up even though there was nothing to keep inside.

His own erection was still left unattended but it wasn't as urgent. He felt the need pushing at him, however it wasn't as if he needed to right away. It was so blood-filled that it wasn't going to go down anytime soon, especially not with a warm body pressed against it. For a moment he was content in having his fingers inside the tight body, to revel in the taste on his tongue and the fact that Stiles had so easily given into what he had wanted. Feeding him the come, pushing his cock at him, they felt so at ease with one another that Derek not once felt uncomfortable.

As stated previously, Derek's experience was limited. It had been mostly with females and the two males he had been with had both been a heat of the moment kind of thing at the time. With Walter there had been cuffs, but the human had been drunk at the time and it had turned into Walter taking his anger out on the werewolf, which had also been the last time with a male. But Derek trusted Stiles and he wanted this, loved being with him, sex was amazing with him. Love swelled in his chest, he wasn't ready to throw it out there yet but he felt it often. He felt it around Stiles and it was addictive to be able to have feelings instead of watered down versions. He kissed Stiles with a hum, teasing fingers prodding along the prostate.

Stiles couldn't argue with Derek about not needing a plug right now, so he didn't. Instead he returned the lazy kisses and let himself enjoy the afterglow of his orgasm on top of the man he... loved. It was on the tip of his tongue again, but he was glad it was busy chasing Derek's at the moment, because he had the irrational fear that if he said it, he would scare Derek off. Or if not, then he would somehow lose him. It was Beacon Hills after all. Nothing was ever sure and safe in this town. The thought of possibly losing Derek twisted his heart, so he forced himself to focus on something else. Like the by then familiar taste and scent of his mate.

Derek didn't seem to be that high on his magic anymore and Stiles could feel it starting to slowly settle. Werewolf bodies still held some surprises for him, it seemed. Truth be told, he was fascinated by the fact that Derek's was able to adjust to such "magic infusions" like what he got that night too. He also treasured him because Stiles knew that without this man's continuous help, he would've probably died already. Or would've gone insane because he wouldn't want to tie himself to any other alpha. Not even Scott. As much as he loved his brother, he was still so lost and naive. An idealist. Stiles' ideas have been different from Scott's for a long time and knew in his bones that Derek was the only alpha right for him – both as an emissary and a mate.

"Derek..." Stiles whispered when that experimental prodding brought him back from his thoughts. He was still a bit sensitive, but that didn't bother him or made the sensation unpleasant. In response he lightly rubbed his body against the warm one, making sure to get some friction against the hard cock. "I'm gonna ride you very soon if you keep that up..." he half-warned, half-teased the other man, cupping the stubbly face between his slender hands, looking deeply into the green eyes from close.

It was so good to be this close to him. But he wanted to get even closer. Melt into one with him again. Feel that complete sense of home and safety once more.

"You want that?" Stiles asked, hot breath puffing against the kiss-bruised lips.

"Yes." It was simply put but Derek wanted that. He was hard and needy and if Stiles was offering for him to make love to him, then he wasn't going to deny that kind of pleasure, not even for himself. They weren't keeping score of who did who, it all depended on their moods and right now Derek wanted nothing more than to be inside of his mate, to feel that tight warmth surrounding his erection instead of his fingers. But there might not have been enough preparing.

Fingers started moving, scissoring in and out of Stiles' body to widen the hole, to make room for what was about to be something much bigger. It was still loose from the earlier fingering and eating out so when Derek pushed his pinkie finger inside as well, it was accepted. A tighter fit despite such a small digit, the knuckle of it pressing along the tight rim, caressing it to allow for more room. His middle and index finger pushed against that nub of sensitive flesh inside, wondering how long it would take for Stiles to get another erection. He was still very young, his body could recover far quicker.

The question was if it was in time before Derek was ready to spill deeply inside of him. The Hale had been hard for so long that it might not take much at all for him to reach completion, even when it didn't feel like he was close to orgasm despite all the attention that had been given to it.

"I want to be inside you and see the look on your face when you sit down on my hard on." He would have reversed their positions and give it to Stiles hard and deep but he couldn't even locate the tube of lube without fumbling for it so being a stud right now was a very unrealistic thought. Lying there and taking it would be a sure way that it wasn't going to end up in a laughing fit because he was a disaster with coordination right now.

Stiles moaned softly and pressed a series of small kisses against Derek's cheek, focusing on relaxing his ass as much as he could. He loved how careful Derek was even when high, not wanting to hurt him and making sure he was prepared enough for his thick and long cock. Maybe too careful. To emphasize that point of his, he braced himself on his forearms and began rocking himself against the fingers.

"I won't break. I can take it, you know that, right? I took a cock up my ass with less preparation too. I kinda like the drag before the pre-cum makes the slide easier," he murmured, starting to get turned on again both from what those amazing fingers were doing in him and the intimate words they shared. He could see himself already descending on the hard cock. He wanted that. More and more. To give them both pleasure again. To make Derek fill up his ass. Make him his.

That thought made his irises flash amber again, the tattoo on his back following suit. Stiles was starting to get a grasp on the fact that magic could overwrite the tiredness of his body, especially in the lower region, so he let it thrum through his veins, starting to accumulate by his groin. It wasn't anything as drastic like when he overdosed Derek or he himself got drunk on it. It was a small steady flow, making the sensitiveness of his soft cock disappear and allowed the fingering for his shaft to start taking interest again.

"I barely know what I’m doing right now. I know you can take it, but...." But what? He wanted to make sure he was stretched enough and Derek kind of got lost in the feeling of having his fingers in that warm tightness. So he kind of forgot that the plan was to do more than that even though there was an urgent hardness demanding some attention as well. Especially when Stiles started to harden again. Everything was forgotten at that point as he watched the cock fill and stand up at attention like it hadn't come only minutes ago all over the wolf's face.

Moaning again, Stiles’ ass met the fingers a bit faster, more urging while he leaned down for another passionate and long kiss. Once he finally broke that after a few minutes, though, he deemed himself ready enough for the next step. He sat up on Derek, raking his blunt human nails down on his chest and stomach with a playful smile then grabbed the tube, squirting a nice amount of lube in his palm to warm it before removing the fingers and smearing half of it around and into himself (watching Derek as he was fingering himself). The other half went onto the still hard cock, his wet stroking causing some palpable throbbing in it.

Stiles loved this. Loved Derek's heavy gaze on him, the muscular body under his and the anticipation hanging heavily in the air while he prepped them both then knelt over his man, holding the hard cock in position. He brushed the tip against his loose hole a few times to make them both moan and pant, then he slowly started descending on it.

Lying back, hands on the bed, Derek wasn't sure where he was going to look – to that erection or Stiles' face when he was fingering himself with the lube. The decision was taken from him, a hand wrapping around his own erection to coat it in the excess lube, getting ready for the main event. It made him hiss because yeah, it was very sensitive, he hadn't realized how long he had been hard already. God, he needed more, and he had needed it a while ago so when his mate moved and actually took him inside, Derek forgot to breathe, his entire body going taut from the overwhelming pleasure tingling along his body. There was no mercy given, the body took him deeper and deeper with practiced moves, everything so tight.

The stretch always felt nearly too much when it came to his well-endowed boyfriend, but Stiles knew he could take him well with some work. So he worked each inch into him with slowly fucking himself lower and lower on the hard shaft. The slight burning was quickly turning into pure pleasure and it showed on his lust-filled and blushing face, wet lips parted on a series of nearly desperate moans as inch by inch the thick cock disappeared in his wet and stretched hole until his ass was flush against the base, Derek's pubic hair tickling his sensitive skin.

"I'm so full! God, I love it!" He was unable to hold these back while his whole body shivered and clenched around the thick shaft.

He knew it was different for Stiles now because to be sitting up, it would feel fuller and bigger like that, especially with the way the other was going to be able to control the motions. Hands gripped at the sheet, a strangled moan escaping Derek when Stiles clenched and for a moment he thought he'd come right then and there. It was too much too soon... too late? Too much for sure. He needed a moment not to nut, slowly breathing in and out as he was thinking about anything that would prevent him from reacting like a teen having sex for the very first time. Hands quickly reached over, grabbing Stiles' thighs to squeeze the flesh and keep him from moving.

Stiles half-expected Derek's nails to become claws around the sheet, but when they dug into his thighs, they were blunt human nails – a sign of the alpha's exceptional control even when high on sex and magic. He understood the gesture and frankly, Stiles needed a minute or two as well to pull himself together and get used to Derek's size. He slid his hands down onto the other man's to keep them on his pale skin. Their warmth a constant comfort and additional physical connection to the emissary.

He loved rendering Derek speechless – not that he talked that much or that it would be so hard to do so. But as he looked down at his mate's desperate, nearly begging expression (and he alone did that to an alpha!), he felt pride swell in his chest again. The wolf looked positively wrecked – already. And Stiles didn't even try to move yet. But he had a strong suspicion just how close Derek was from blowing his load too soon, so he gave him a moment or two even after the squeezing on his thighs stopped. He hoped they would bruise. He was a sucker for Derek's marks on his body. Something he felt a bit sorry for not being able to return for long because of the rapid wolf healing.

Breathe… Think of Peter. Think of Peter in a string. Those thoughts did have a startling effect of a cold shower for Derek. Not that he was instantly soft but the need to orgasm subsided, leaving him panting. Needing a few more minutes to make sure, he stopped his squeezing and gave a nod, he was ready to try actual fucking.

"Buckle up, gorgeous. It's going to be a bumpy ride..." Stiles winked down at him, voice hoarse and breathing shallow, his own heart hammering in his chest as he tortuously slowly began circling his hips. He groaned loud and long from the way the hard shaft rubbed and pressed against his walls like that as he was holding onto Derek's hands firmly, his hips picking up speed steadily but slowly, alternating between the circling and bucking back and forth to loosen himself some more, the slide becoming a bit easier with each move. Though they stayed just as mind-numbing and intense, no matter what he did.

"Love you being buried so deep in me..." he babbled, unsurprisingly unable to hold his thoughts back. "It's so intense... so... good and satisfying..." he added as he finally began lifting himself a bit, letting a few inches slide out, just to use his own weight to push them right back in, the wet sounds sending a pleasant shiver through his body, the glow staying in his eyes and on his back but also making his hands light up where he was touching his mate. "I love being yours... I love your pleasure... I..." he bit his sentence off in order to cry out his pleasure from a bolder and faster descend on the hard cock. "Fuck into me! Please!"

It was near impossible to think, to have more thoughts beyond how beautiful Stiles looked sitting on his dick like that, taking it deep within, letting the thick and long erection plunge in all the way as he started to move. Derek's breathing came in shuddering gasps because he constantly forgot to keep on breathing until it burned from lack of oxygen. Clearly his thinking and bodily functions were severely limited when having sex while he was high out of his mind.

His focus was on the way his hands clasped around the strong pale thighs, the way Stiles' hands covered his own to keep him from moving them, not that he wanted to. The strong muscles moved under his hands and he loved feeling them. His focus was on the way emotions filtered across Stiles' face, sweat clinging to his tousled hair, the way he sucked in his bottom lip and chewed on it. Derek got lost in the sounds and scents, unable to see the way his thick cock would move inside the tight channel but he felt it, he felt the way it loosened up with wet sounds. The magic was back, trailing along their skin in caresses, tickling it but not entering it.

The wolf was a goner at this point, eyes closed, head thrown back as he bucked his hips upwards, trusting Stiles to keep him from slipping out completely and fucking into the air. It was somewhat of a race to reach orgasm in the slowest way possible, body acting on instinct, chasing after the intense feelings of pleasure without coming too soon. He wasn't going to last for long, it was impossible when his breathing felt too hot and his body was like a volcano about to erupt. His fingers tightened their hold on the skin, pressing into the flesh hard enough to leave bruises tomorrow, like he was holding on for dear life, clinging to whatever connection he could get with his mate.

"Stiles..." There were no words to give, only the name of the one who meant so much to him, who had opened up a new world for the Hale he hadn't known was possible.

For a while there were only the sharp slaps of flesh meeting flesh, the slick sounds of the erection plunging into the tight ass, their moans and grunts. "I can't..." There was no way Derek could hold back, not even the thought of Peter was going to stop the release his body desperately needed.

When Derek closed his eyes, Stiles opened his and drank in the sight of pure pleasure on the other man's face. He was so beautiful like this. So hot. So... his! Every moan and gasp and thrust were his! He didn't feel selfish, though, because Derek was giving those to him from his own free will. That pleasure and joy. And Stiles was returning it, giving back just as good as he was getting.

His moves became more erratic, more urging, their bodies slapping together louder and harder. It was a full-blown chase for their release at that point. He hissed a "yes!" when the strong fingers dug into his flesh painfully, giving him the marks he's been craving for. He let the hands go just then to brace himself on Derek's shoulder with his glowing hand (the magic softly lighting up the veins surrounding the area where their skin made contact).

"It's okay... Look at me, Derek..." he rasped, some demanding tone in his voice as Stiles used his other hand to grab onto his own bobbing cock, gasping from the nearly too much touch. Both of them were so close by then that it nearly hurt. His ass began tightening around the slick shaft as he was slamming himself down onto those perfect upward thrusts, the telltale sounds of jerking off joining the wet slapping of their bodies, which sounded obscenely loud in the mostly empty loft.

You look at me, Derek had wanted to retort because it was near impossible to keep his eyes open for longer than a second so the snappy remark was there. It didn't get uttered though, he had forgotten how to form words at the moment. There was magic trickling into his body where Stiles was touching him, his skin lightening up to answer the call of touch, like a glow stick in the dark hailing for attention. It was joining the overload, making him feel heady and completely out of it.

"Fill me up... Mark me with your cum... and I'll do the same... oh god... with mine!" he managed to string the words together into more or less coherent sentences at the very brink of losing it himself from the intensity of this all. Even if he never wanted this to end, to feel like this and be this close to Derek, he knew it had to topple over to bring their much needed release. "Derek!" he suddenly cried out his name, the orgasm hitting him hard without a real warning.

Everything blurred. His harsh panting, the curses, the tight dance of his ass around that wonderful cock, his seed making a mess on Derek's stomach and even chest, the ringing caused by his magic in his ear. All he saw was Derek's face swimming in pleasure and it pushed Stiles higher and higher in his orgasm, making him wonder where – if ever – would he stop.

The orgasm was as overwhelming as the rest, Derek’s mind and body exploded all at once with the way his boyfriend's ass gripped him tightly and milked him dry. With a soundless scream, his head was thrown back, body pulling taut to buck up into the snug heat repeatedly. He was dimly aware of the way Stiles came as well, it pulsed along their bonds sharply in the same way the cock pulsed the hot cum onto his body. There was a lot of it, again, covering them both like a Pollock painting.

The werewolf was unaware of it as his grip had slackened on the human's flesh, hands falling sideways uselessly. His body shivered and shuddered in the afterglow of the intensity but otherwise it was completely lax beneath Stiles, his mouth slightly opened, eyes closed. Derek Hale had finally given into the high, succumbing to the enormity of magic and sex, passing out into a healing bliss of everything Stiles. His mind had been blown, almost literally because it had knocked him into unconsciousness. If he had been aware of it happening, he would have tried to stop it, simply because he'd know Stiles was going to be undeniably and annoyingly smug about it.

Yes, the human had fucked an alpha into oblivion with his ass and his magic. And if there was going to be a T-shirt with it, Derek was going to accidentally on purpose make it go missing.

It was a close call for Stiles not to slip into the same blissful unconsciousness like Derek did – which he didn't notice for a while because it was more important to pull air into his lungs once he collapsed on top of his mate. He was so out of it too, but let himself enjoy floating on that orgasmic high which was fed by his magic too for a while until it receded and he became more aware of the world around him.

Like the suspiciously still man underneath. The silence wasn't a surprise, but it was... heavier somehow like when Derek was asleep... That caused Stiles to lift his head to check.

"Derek?" No response. But the steady beating of his heart and the rise and fall of his chest calmed the nearly panicking emissary. "Did you just...?" he asked then his eyes widened as realization hit him hard. "I just won the trophy of fucking my alpha into unconsciousness!" he exclaimed and when Derek still didn't respond, he started giggling uncontrollably. Yes, this was definitely going onto a T-shirt...

Putting his head back on the warm chest with a huge smirk, he allowed himself another minute or two to center himself and enjoy the situation. He was still connected to the wolf and was reluctant to move. It would've been so easy to fall asleep right there with Derek's cock and cum still in him, his own smeared between them. But it would get quite gross by the time they woke up, so he eventually forced himself to untangle himself and once again pull a useful item out of his duffel bag.

"Wet wipes for the rescue!" he said to himself and did a quick job at cleaning them up. The unresponsiveness of Derek's sleeping form was kinda amusing to him and he was so going to tease the shit out of him with this... probably for years. Derek probably will guess that soon enough too. Bummer for the wolf, pride for Stiles!

Once he tossed the last used wipe on the floor, he pulled the cover over them, starting to feel the biting chill in the air, and he snuggled into the warm body, tangling his leg with Derek's and wrapping an arm around his middle. The strong heartbeat under his ear was the most soothing melody he's ever heard, lulling him onto the brink of sleep fast again. His mind was drifting, random thoughts sailing through it. Good and warm thoughts of belonging, strong bonds and how long they've already come.

I love you, he mouthed the words with closed eyes. He only dared to say it that way for now in fear of it being "too soon". He also feared that if he said it out loud, he would somehow lose Derek and what they have. It was maybe stupid, but Stiles would have to do with it for now.

INTO THE NIGHT

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