Maybe the idea of wanting to pummel Stiles right through the desk had been a little too strong in Derek’s mind. After a couple of minutes of the brutal and deep thrusts, the desk, as sturdy as it had looked, creaked ominously. Deep down in the metal, something was about to give, Derek could feel it. Snaking an arm around his mate, supporting him along his lower back, he lifted him just as the desk broke down.

Not his problem right now, the alpha reasoned. Instead he pushed Stiles against the wall, hands going under the firm thighs too keep him up. "You're going to need a new desk." New wall maybe too by the time they were done.

Testing the strength of the wall and the comfort of Stiles with a shallow thrust, Derek deemed it okay. It was even better for him because he could use more strength in his plunges by using his legs, fucking up into Stiles by using all of his muscles.

"Don't... fuckin'... care!" Stiles panted, arms wrapped around Derek to hold onto the broad shoulders as he was lifted then pressed up against the wall. "So good!" he cried out again, his insides quivering and cock jumping and leaking like crazy between them.

"Fuck! Yes! Fuck me!" the sweaty detective demanded, lust and need making his mind go all hazy and one-tracked as they were chasing their pleasures. He loved it when sometimes they got so carnal and rough, so instinct-driven, and he just didn't care about their environment.

That's why when those even deeper and stronger thrusts came, he cried out again in the perfect mixture of pleasure and pain, one of his hands shooting out to the side to slap against some shelves for leverage. He held onto one, legs tightening around Derek's hips, his hands and legs helping him to meet the deep plunging with raising and dropping himself on the slick shaft with ease by then.

Whatever had been on the shelf was rattled off by the hard shoves against the wall, falling down to add to the mess they were creating and the two of them didn't even blink at it. At the moment they couldn't care, they were chasing after what they both needed badly: release.

Derek was quiet as he fucked up into the tightness, both of them clinging to one another with sharp moans and frantic movements. The wolf was getting close so his hand moved in between them to reach for the hard erection, giving it a few firm strokes.

"I'm going to knot you, can't help it." It had already formed at this point and was pushing at the entrance, not yet slipping in.

Stiles was already out of his mind, Derek managing to quite literally fuck all and every thought out of his head by then. And he so didn't mind it at all!

Nails digging into the muscular back, leaving quickly healing half-dents in it, he kept moving on the impaling cock with filthy wet sounds. "Oh god, yes! Give it to me! I want you to breed me too... I want everything!" Stiles agreed, getting on with the program – not that he haven't felt that certain familiar pressure right there, nudging and catching on his rim time after time. "I'm ready for you, Derek..." he finally met the red eyes, his frantic rocking slowing down to keep the hard cock in him and circle his hips, with that rubbing against the knot – momentarily ignoring the nearly too much strokes on his wet dick.

"Breed me, Derek! Fill me with your big load... Mark me as yours!" he panted onto the red swollen lips with a lustful look.

"Stiles."

The name was caught between a curse and an urging, because it shouldn't be allowed for his mate to have such a filthy mouth on him. It spurred Derek on, only getting him closer to the point of no return because once the knot was in, that was it for him. With a grunt he resisted the temptation, giving a few more hard thrusts into the willing body as his grip on the erection tightened almost uncomfortably. They were both close, Derek could feel it, he could smell it.

The alpha's knot pushed inside, the rim too loose to keep it out any longer, as if their bodies knew that if they waited too long, the knot would be too swollen to fit. It locked so the deep plunges slowed to a grind, pushing as deep as possible. Derek bit down on a shoulder with blunt human teeth to mask his otherwise loud roar when he came, shuddering as he kept spilling. As usual, a whole lot, being plugged inside by the knot.

Stiles felt like splitting in two once again, because the knot stretched him to his limits – or so it usually felt. And he loved it just as much as the deep grinding the big cock fully buried in him did. He whined then cursed, his trapped cock throbbing hard and then his nails scratched along Derek's nape, the roar and bite and all that wetness being ground into him... it proved to be too much for the impaled detective too.

His head banged against the wall the second he threw it back and cried out loud and desperate. His wet cock spilled onto the thick fingers, hips unwittingly trying to buck a bit but couldn't. Instead his ass kept contracting around the thick shaft and knot, pure pleasure wiping his mind clear from every thought while their souls were united and soaring high above.

When Stiles came, it was impossibly tight around Derek’s cock, which hadn't been done yet. But it was all milked out of him with the spasms, making the alpha groan loudly. They were going to be stuck like this for about ten to fifteen minutes but the door was locked so if the patrol cars would come back, they wouldn't barge in on them. That would have been an embarrassing moment with them locked like this.

Derek leaned against Stiles to pin him to the wall more effectively, hands aiding the legs which were going to tire out from their clinging to a slippery body. It was all sticky and he huffed a laugh. To be knotted against a wall hadn't been the smartest move but a lot about this hadn't been smart.

"You can say you shoved me playfully and my big body broke your desk." Though Derek was pretty sure everybody would know what happened in there to cause such a destruction. It had no windows to pull open.

There was a breathy, hoarse laugh from Stiles to that, the previously scratching fingers now caressing the damp hair at the back of Derek's head then they gently curled into a fist to lift his head so he could look into the still red eyes, his body slowly starting to calm and cool down. He welcomed the big hands’ support under his already trembling thighs and he couldn't stop himself from bucking with his hips teasingly a few times to stimulate the deeply buried spent cock and knot. Just because he could.

"I doubt many would fall for that lame explanation. Especially one sharp-eyed Sheriff..." he grinned, eyes slightly glowing, cheeks flushed and hair tousled. He was the spitting image of someone who was just sexed up well by his man.

"St-stiles," Derek stuttered in a moan when the human clenched around him and bucked his hips, his sensitive cock giving one last twitch in an effort to do something. It was a failed attempt at that but his knot wasn't going to go down if his mate kept that up.

Well, the talk about Noah did help because the idea of being caught by the Sheriff wasn't one he wanted to entertain, not even briefly. "He'll ban me from the station."

The evil spawn in his arms who was called Stiles grinned from that but stopped with rocking his hips. He can be merciful sometimes, yes. Instead he chuckled and stole a peck from his mate.

"Serves you right, Mr. Big Bad. Barging in here to seduce the renowned detective ... Well, dunno, maybe the detective himself should handcuff you once he’s not knotted and pinned against the wall."

"You handcuffing me will only lead to more sex, detective. I know how that mind of yours works." Stiles would get into roleplay and say something about frisking and then it would lead to more sex because if they had their way, it would be something they did as often a day as possible. Of course Derek didn't mind getting cuffed, he liked the idea a little too much. "Maybe next time when you're wearing your uniform, you can arrest me."

"I don't see anything wrong with more sex, my little criminal mastermind..." Stiles grinned from ear-to-ear and playfully tugged on Derek's bottom lip with his teeth. "And we can definitely do that. I dress up as a cop for you and cuff you if that rocks your boat," he purred from close then kissed his man passionately. "Can do some deep cavity search too, if you want..."

The uniform of the Beacon Hills department wasn't that sexy, but that wasn't the idea with one, it was to be recognizable. See, Derek's problem was more that everything Stiles wore looked sexy on him, even the terrible suit he had undressed him out of not so long ago.

With a low growl, he pushed Stiles against the wall, for the words and the lip biting. "I guess you'll have to pull me over sometime to see what I have all hidden."

Stiles moaned satisfied from being pushed against the wall more and he tightened his legs' hold around Derek's waist and his ass clenched too for a few moments before relaxing. God, how he loved that Derek liked to experiment with him like this!

"Guess I'll have to. I've been keeping an eye on that porn car of yours for a while, Mr. Hale. I'll just have to catch you when you speed," he grinned then kissed him sensually and deep this time. "I've missed you so much," he whispered afterwards.

"Stop clenching," Derek groaned, it wasn't helping his knot to go down if he got aroused again. With all this fantasizing, his body was interested in another round, one they didn't have the time for here. To think of Stiles having sex with him somewhere public made his cock twitch so yeah, change of talk.

Stiles was doing that swiftly without needing to be told. "I've missed you too." A day apart and they were back to being lovesick teenagers. God they were worse than Scott and that was saying something.

"Sorry, not sorry..." Stiles grinned but stopped with the clenching because they really needed to separate, even if he hated that idea each time they had to do it. What he didn't mind though was the look his wolf gave him after saying back that he had missed him too. It spread that fluttery warmth in him which always flooded him when he could feel and see Derek's deep love for him.

"Shhhh, you're a bad influence," Derek wiggled to test the progress and then without warning, pulled out as he realized it had gone down enough. Stiles deserved that with all that teasing. There was a lot of leaking happening, only adding to the office being wrecked.

"Oh you dirty fucker..." Stiles groaned and clenched again instinctively, which only pushed more cum out of him, making it drip down onto the floor steadily. It wrecked him even more too and his head thudded back against the wall, wanting to play with his hole, smear it all around, fuck it back into himself, but he knew he couldn't right now. That didn't mean he stopped himself from making Derek sense those thoughts and maybe even get glimpses of those dirty pictures. He watched his mate from under his long eyelashes, throat half-bared, to see his reactions.

"No. Oh no. Stop that!" Those pictures made the alpha want to get down on his knees and suck all of the wetness right out of his mate. Wanted to do many things they couldn't do and his body was happily up for the challenge. And that was just not fair. "You deserve to be leaking into your pants all night."

He gently let Stiles down, because if he didn't break contact there was no telling what he was going to do. Instead he reached for their clothes and pointedly handed the other his. "Get dressed before we do something we're going to regret."

Stiles chuckled, his legs were still a bit shaky but managed to hold him up, which was a success and miracle in itself, because usually after knotting he fainted into a deep sleep in Derek's arms. Now he still had like two more hours from his shift and he had some damage control to do regarding his office.

He caught his pants and briefs and found some tissues too to at least wipe off the majority of the mess he had on him before putting his clothes back on then he looked around.

"We pretty much wrecked my poor office..." he stated the obvious, putting his hands on his hips. "I hope you'll help putting it back into order as much as possible..."

Derek dressed as well and eyed the desk, not sure if that was something they were going to be able to put back in order. Maybe if they had some boxes or something to rest it on. With some thinking, he put it in the corner so the broken legs could rest against the side wall, it wasn't very solid but it was something.

"You might want to find a few boxes too. I doubt this will last even though it looks good." It looked like the desk wasn't broken so he put what they had swiped off back on it. Same with what had fallen from the shelves. "It's a good reminder to not do it in your office again."

"That and not getting on my dad's bad side," Stiles chuckled as he placed the last stack of papers on the poor desk. It was a wonder it held up even this much. Then he put his arms around his mate and grinned at him from close. "Now, let me finish some more work and wait for me at home like a good little boy," he whispered dirtily, his hands going down to squeeze Derek's firm ass hard. "Preferably naked and with your ass prepared and kept open for me with a plug," he added evilly just before he pulled on Derek's earlobe with his teeth.

Stiles was an incredible tease, he knew exactly how to get to Derek and could get him all hot and bothered within minutes. As if his pants weren't a little too tight around the groin already since putting them on. It took a lot of effort to not test the desk again and slam Stiles right back on it as he twitched in the hold, going from firm to fully hard now.

"I hate you for this," he growled, but Stiles knew he was going to do exactly that, eagerly. Because there was no turning down his mate, Derek was way too addicted to him.

"No, you don't..." Stiles chuckled and bit Derek's bottom lip again. "And no coming without me. I'll be home roughly in two hours," he winked at him and pressed a promising kiss against Derek's mouth. "Now go, little wolf," he playfully smacked Derek's ass while his hips bucked forward once to brush against the nice bulge as a tease for both of them. And boy, how he wanted to go with his man right now, but waiting was going to make it that much better in the end.

Derek hated having to walk around so affected, but the thought of Stiles having to suffer through it at work made it a little better. Leaning forward, he nipped at his mate's lips and he did walk away before there was ravaging happening right on the floor. Again.

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