Kissing with Stiles often felt like being swallowed down whole. There was this intensity in it, even then Derek did his best to keep it slow, keep the buildup. He knew it was the ADD in the other man, patience was hard when there was so much eagerness and the brain had trouble focusing for very long. It wasn't Stiles getting bored with him, it had nothing to do with Derek at all. He knew because he had read books, because before he met Stiles, ADD hadn't been part of his world and the spastic weird human wasn't one he understood. Until he had opened up a book and suddenly so much more was making sense. Not once had Derek even hinted at reading about the brain condition, but it helped him in certain situations, like now.

Pulling away slightly, the wolf reached for the thick sweater to pull it off, along with the T-shirt underneath it to get to the naked skin. The clothes were dropped on the floor, probably or on the table they were still close to, the bed completely forgotten since Stiles' attention wasn't the only one distracted by what they were doing. With one shirt off, he helped Stiles get his off as well, which meant he was mostly not helping at all and there was that awkward moment where he got caught in the Henley.

It pulled a laugh from him as he reached for Stiles, feeling for solid skin so he could get them pressed closely again. Much better, because now their scents were mingling with their skin pressed close, his own heat bleeding over to the human to keep him warm in a loft without much heating. They really had to fix that. His hands meanwhile caressed the familiar back, not feeling the moles that he knew were there, only a few of them small bumps but the rest were hidden from touch, like tattoos were.

"Shhhh, breathe. We have time. I want to show you how much I love you by taking you apart with my mouth and fingers. I want to taste you and make you feel how much you mean to me."

Stiles nearly choked on a breath from those words. They moved him to the core. It felt like he had waited for an eternity to hear Derek say and do such things to him. He tried to focus, to say something, but he couldn't so he did what he was told and breathed. Drew in big lungfuls of the cool air of the loft. In and out. Over and over. It helped with the swirling magic, the trembling of his body and even somewhat with his erratically beating heart.

His body felt more grounded, but his emotions were still all over the place as his back broke out in goose bumps, the Celtic tattoo there glowing and warming up a bit – as if in anticipation.

"Yes, please..." he finally said on a hoarse voice, slender hands stroking down on the broad back. "Just... give me a second to get the lube first... Stay right here, don't go anywhere!" he chuckled, voice thick with emotion as he was trying hard to pull himself together.

He reluctantly pulled away and stumbled a few times in his hurry towards the bed. There was a nice tent in his underwear, just like in Derek's, which made him pause half-way across the room for a moment with the bottle of lube already in his hand.

"Gosh, you're gorgeous..." he breathed and put the bottle on the table on his way back to the warm body. He didn't care about the chill, though. His focus was sharp again because he had a new purpose. "I just... let me a bit..." he said, not sure if he was coherent at all from the strong need to touch and taste.

Stiles was hilarious, like Derek could be going anywhere, especially with the way his body was influenced by what they have been doing. Getting lube now was smart though, it meant they wouldn't have to stop when it would get heated and Derek assumed they were going to do it right here. At least the table was sturdy enough for it or else there was always the floor. He leaned against the table, waiting for Stiles to return, which didn't take long at all, must be some record time.

The next moment found Stiles dropped onto his knees in front of Derek, cool hands resting on Derek's hips, thumbs rubbing along the prominent V-line while Stiles couldn't stop himself from slowly rubbing his cheek against the erection under the damp fabric. His eyes rolled shut to enjoy that and Derek's strong musky scent as he nosed and mouthed along it.

He knew Derek wanted to please him, but that didn't mean Stiles didn't want to do the same, so his fingers hooked under the edge of the pants and watched as the beautiful cock sprang free. A guttural moan was Derek's reward for being so hard and flushed dark and Stiles' pink tongue darted out to lick up along the whole length of the massive cock. Fingers dug deeper into Derek's skin before one hand wrapped around the thick girth and he licked and kissed away the pre-cum at the tip, enjoying the very much missed taste.

There was no coherency to his words, Derek had no idea what he wanted to do until he heard the rustling of moving and his mate's face pressed against his very prominent erection, warm breaths ghosting through the rapidly dampening fabric of his pants, hands at his hips. It was then he knew what Stiles wanted from him, even before his pants were pulled down only enough to expose him. When a wet tongue pressed against his heated flesh, Derek had to reach out to use the table for his balance as he sank a little forward. His other hand found the unruly hair on top of Stiles' head to take hold, running through the strands until he had a good fistful of hair.

"Please... Derek..." he said in-between suckles around the uncut tip "... fuck my mouth before you do all those things to me..." he asked and not waiting for an answer slipped the hard cock deeper into his moist mouth, eyes rolling shut as he moaned and sucked around it sensually.

"Stiles...." He shouldn't be allowed to say those things out loud. It made the wolf groan because he could imagine what the human looked like that: on his knees with spit-slicked lips, shiny from a drop of pre-cum as he took Derek as deeply as possible with the large girth before him. And he shouldn't ask that of Derek because there was no way he was able to deny such a request.

"Stiles," Derek repeated again, and then realized he should do what he was asked to give, his fingers splaying behind the skull to keep it there as he pressed forward with a thrust of the hips before pulling back to repeat the motion. The fucking was controlled, he couldn't see how far he pushed and he knew there was no way for his mate to take him all the way in. There was more spit now, slicking the way, wetting his erection.

Joy blossomed in Stiles' heart, spreading warmth out into his chest and whole being, his painfully hard cock throbbing under the last piece of clothing he had on, but he ignored that. Derek's big hand and strong fingers were welcomed in his hair at the back of his head. He also loved the slight pulling of said unruly hair as he got the first thrust he was longing for.

He relaxed his jaw and mouth to let the thick cock slide deeper, the familiar rubbing against his lips started to make them go redder and more swollen, but he loved it. Loved how it slid in and out of his mouth, loved the sounds Derek was making. The way he said... no, moaned his name. Loved the pleasure he could feel through their wide open bonds even more. Derek was enjoying this just as much as he did.

The starting slight ache in his jaw and knees didn't matter. The important thing was that his face was being fucked by his love for both their pleasure. Spit began running down Stiles' chin as he glimpsed up at his blind mate, hands splaying out on the rippling muscles of the hard abs, caressing, worshiping and then he relaxed his throat and let Derek's cock slide deeper.

The chocking around it was unavoidable both from the size and the fact that it's been a while since Stiles could do this to his mate. His eyes watered as he fought off the annoying reflex, but didn't let Derek fully pull out. He chased after the hard shaft as he took a deep breath through his nose and then finally swallowed most of it. His throat constricted and he swallowed around it repeatedly a few times before he grabbed the base and fully pulled it out to get some more air into his burning lungs.

"Love choking on you..." he said hoarsely and sucked Derek right back in, repeating the whole process once then twice before he pulled his hand back from the base and let the wolf dictate the pace and depth again.

Stiles really should stop talking, Derek mused, because those few dirty words went straight to his cock, making him moan loudly as he was sucked right back in. This hadn't been the plan at all, and yet he was tempted to keep using his hips until he'd come down that hot and tight throat, but he didn't know how long it would take for him to get hard again, probably didn't have enough energy to go for two rounds as they usually would.

"That's enough." With some regret, he pulled back, running his hands along his mate's face to caress him, to let him know he did well and how beautiful he was even though Derek couldn't see him. Stiles was always beautiful to him, inside and out. He was a remarkable example of human bravery even though the human had always disagreed on being a hero. "I don't want to come like this. Want to be inside you."

Reaching for the table, he felt around to make sure it had been cleared of breakfast items, but there was only a bottle which he assumed was the lube Stiles had gotten them not long ago. He kicked off his pants at the same time as he lifted Stiles to get him on the table, a feast spread out only for him. He didn't need food as long as he could taste his mate.

Derek fumbled his way to find the boxers on his mate, hooking his thumbs in the waistband to get it off as well. Stiles at least was helpful by lifting his hips to ease the way and the cloth ended up somewhere on the floor with the rest, wherever they were. Clearly floors were a black hole for the blind werewolf, especially when he was in a too spacious room. Hands found limber legs to spread them, to get at the prize in between, needing his mouth wherever it landed on first. Ass or cock, he wasn't picky because he was planning on giving both attention.

"Oh fuck... the things you say..." Stiles groaned, but didn't protest with Derek manhandling him onto the table. His poor knees appreciated that too, but he didn't care if they bruised or not. His focus was back on Derek and the look on his face as he spread his pale thighs. As if he could see him – which wasn't the case, of course. The lust and love were clear on his handsome face and truth be told, Stiles could hardly wait to see how the bushier beard was going to feel against his goose bumped skin.

His cheeks were burning from this position, being spread out so shamelessly for his man. He leaned back onto his hands behind him, heart beating so hard and fast in anticipation that he had to remind himself to take another few deep breaths to calm down. Coming even before Derek's lips touched any part of his privates would be more than embarrassing. Not that being embarrassing around Derek was something new to Stiles. But still...

Derek let him have his fun with the blow job, now it was his turn to let the wolf have his. Stiles just hoped that he'd last long enough for Derek to actually be able to bury himself inside of him. And oh god, that thought itself made him moan and squirm impatiently as he watched his mate lean closer to him, the hot breath ghosting against his sensitive skin, turning him on even more.

Derek was eager but very careful, he didn't want this to be him taking advantage of the situation or being too rough in his need for them to be together. It would be the opposite of what he was trying to do here. It wasn't just about easing the restfulness and arousal within Stiles, it was about them coming together with love. Though he had to wonder how much of it was love and how much of it was lust when they were about to do it on the kitchen table. If he had his sight, he would have carried his mate to the bed, but that would only cause accidents right now. He could almost predict the way they'd knock into everything so hard they had to either go to the ER for Stiles or the bed for healing sleep.

The frantically beating heart reminded him to stay in the now. He had the human all spread out for him for the taking and this close, the arousal was almost heady in its thick scent.

"You smell so good," Derek breathed against the thick cock, the coarse pubic hair tickling at his chin to let him know where he was. With licks and nibbles he made his way to the head, guiding himself along the hard shaft. There was a chance Stiles wouldn't let him use his mouth to complete him, even though the wolf was eager for his taste but Derek wanted them to go all the way as well. They both needed it.

Licking his lips, the erection slid between them, his tongue flattened against the flesh until the head brushed against the back of his throat. Derek pulled back then to savor the taste in his mouth. Maybe if he... Feeling around, he pulled up a chair, despite knowing how cheesy it was but it was actually a perfect height for what he was planning on doing. Though Derek's ass didn't appreciate the coldness of the chair on the naked skin, he could pull the body closer to the edge of the table.

"I'm going to eat you out until you beg me to stop. Get you ready for me in all the ways I can because I love the taste of you, all of you." The wolf's mouth went down as he used his hands to keep the body open for him. Down to where Stiles was warm and smelling of musk.

"Jesus fuck! Derek!" Stiles cursed loud from Derek's words. He barely recovered from feeling his mate's lips on his aching cock after so long (and boy, that felt so fucking fantastic he wanted to come just from that!), and then Derek had to say such things! He loved that about Derek. He wasn't really big on talking dirty. No, he usually just stated the truth or what he was going to do and frankly, that could blow Stiles' mind away just as much as if he was whispering the filthiest things to him.

"Not sure how long I'll last though... with you saying such things and doing... Oh god..." Stiles tried to put together some coherent sentences, but gave up the second he felt the wolf's hot breath behind his balls and twitching hole.

The sight was mesmerizing too, of course. That gorgeous blind man of his keeping his slightly trembling thighs open, focused on the very willing feast in front of him... That was the point where Stiles forgot the slight aches and discomfort in his body from the hard surface. That's when he also had to lay back on his forearms instead of his hands, which allowed him to pull his legs a bit further up and apart for his mate.

Even a year ago if someone had told him that Derek Hale was going to be eating him out on top of a kitchen table, he would've said they were insane – and then jerk off to that image once he was alone. Now it was happening and Stiles knew well that he was never going to look at this table the same way...

It still amazed him how much his words could have an influence on Stiles like this when Derek wasn't even going for talking dirty but it still had the same affect. Stiles was good at using his words, the human was able to get Derek to come in his pants with that filthy mouth of his. So when Derek had the same result by speaking what he was going to do, he'd gladly take it, making him feel very pleased with himself for being able to provide that for his mate.

"Good thing for you my mouth will be busy," the wolf teased as he did put his focus on not using words but his tongue, pressing it against the furled opening which was clenching at the touch. That wouldn't be stopping him, but he knew how to coax it open. His tongue pressed against the hole before he lapped the skin around it, wetting the rim thoroughly with his spit and flattening the hairs around it. Slowly the muscle started to relax so he could push his tongue inside, getting the full taste. Nothing about Stiles would ever put him off from doing this to the younger man. Derek loved to get this intimate with him.

What he loved even more than that were the sounds the human would make as he was being eaten out. These little sighs and moans and curses while he'd give desperate hip-swivels to get more in his impatient need. Derek was the one making him utter those sounds and nobody else was ever going to hear them, they were all his. Whatever Stiles needed, he would always give it, freely and willingly.

Closing his eyes, Derek focused on wetting the hole with his spit, pushing his tongue inside and sucking on the rim itself. He could do this forever if Stiles would let him.

Stiles had already learned that if his favorite thing was to pleasure his mate with thorough blowjobs, then Derek's favorite thing was probably rimming and eating him out. Not that the other man wouldn't put 100% into everything he did to Stiles, but his rimming sessions were always so much more. This current one was already rendering the younger man into a panting, moaning and babbling mess.

For a while he forced himself to watch Derek working between his legs, but it was getting too intense very soon to be able to keep his eyes open so he let them roll shut and fully laid back on the table top. His hands found the edges and held on tight while he tried to focus on keeping his ass as relaxed as possible so Derek could work his tongue deeper and deeper. The wet sucking sounds on his rim, the lapping of said skilled (and obviously tireless) tongue were so wonderfully dirty that Stiles' cock jumped happily against his flat stomach, smearing more pre-cum along his skin.

He knew the wolf could smell and feel his thick desire, but Derek kept to his word and was going to kill Stiles with all the pleasurable sensations. His heart was already going haywire in his chest, his toes curled and uncurled time after time, muscles kept jumping in his limbs and abs as waves of need began washing through him, stirring up the yet unsettled magic around and in him. It trickled down onto Derek's hands and arms where he was keeping Stiles' legs open. It was trying to coax him to give more just as much as Stiles' cries of joy or the unwitting rocking against the wolf's swirling tongue.

"D-Derek... More..." he panted, feeling so open and ready. "Fingers... too... please!"

There was the begging Derek has been waiting on, the magic trickling to his arms, as if it was wanting to enter him to get a move on. Of course he'd be far more in tune with Stiles' needs if they connected like that and it wasn't that he didn't want to, but it was too early.

"Not yet with your magic," Derek scolded, slapping a pale butt cheek since it was very close by and the wolf knew how to hit it without missing its mark. It probably wasn't going to keep that tingling electricity of magic at bay because Stiles loved to get spanked.

That slap on his ass coaxed a breathy and very much turned on moan from Stiles, the following burning in his slightly redder cheek a very welcomed feeling. And yes, it did nothing to calm the magic. On the contrary, it wanted to flow over Derek more, but somehow Stiles found it in himself to hold it back. Not yet. It caused a unique kind of pleasure in him, the promise of how good it was going to be once he can let his powers go, making his whole body tremble for a few moments.

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