Part 4

"So... years, huh? Was it as good as you thought it would be?" Nibbling at the finger, he deep-throated it with one fluent move before releasing it again.

Stiles' moan was nearly desperate as he felt and watched his finger being sucked. Of course, his spent cock tried to make an effort to come alive from that, but it resulted more in a clench around Derek's cock still in him. But the promise of more was encouraging, making Stiles flush again.

"Yes... and even better than I could've ever fantasized about..." he admitted, realizing that after everything they talked about and he babbled out, there was no use in trying to deny for how long he's been pining over Derek Hale.

Moving his hand with the wet finger, he caressed the stubbly cheek fondly. And perhaps his gaze looked softer than he intended, but he didn't care.

There was a shiver running through Derek’s entire body at the clenching. Maybe he should wait with that until he wasn't sheathed into the tightness anymore. Leaning on his elbows, Derek looked down at the fully relaxed human who had the softest gaze as he caressed the stubble.

"I'm glad I didn't disappoint. And I'm glad I was dragged to that club so we could end up here." It wasn't very likely they would have ended up in bed together in Beacon Hills, especially since Derek had no intention of returning there. Here they were two adult males having a one night stand without any shame and he loved it. "Pretty sure I would have punched whoever you would have been rubbing yourself against if it hadn't been me."

Stiles let his slender fingers trace Derek's features kinda in wonderment, because now he could. At least for a night. For a few hours and maybe even for a while the next morning Stiles could pretend that this between them was more than just one night, which Derek probably thought and would be on his way with his backpack soon enough. Taking a piece of Stiles with him without even noticing. Again. But it was fine... At least he got this much.

The human snorted amused. "That would've made quite the scene and would've left your furry ass out on the street before any rubbing could've happened," Stiles grinned, letting his fingertips wander down over a shoulder then onto Derek's back in search of the tattoo there. Stiles has always been curious if it was just as smooth as the surrounding skin or not. As his fingers followed a curl, he realized that there was a slight, barely there difference between the skin textures. Pleased with his observation, he stored this tiny new information about Derek Hale into the pile he'd noticed and gathered for himself. Tiny details others never paid attention to about him.

"I'm very glad too that it was you in the end and what we just did... let me tell you, it was very, very far from disappointing. I've never been knotted and it's... Wow, dude! Just... wow! I love it," he admitted, cheeks flushing a bit again.

"It's very messy, but it makes sense you love that." Stiles seemed like the type of guy who was into the more unconventional sex, had always been a little too interested in werewolves. So him loving to take a knot, it wasn't that surprising. Said knot was going down, it wouldn't be long now.

The fingers paused at his tattoo, and it made Derek wonder what he was looking for. The fingertips seemed to trail his skin for something. It took a moment until he caught on. "On humans you usually don't feel the tattoos. But since we have to burn them in, it creates some skin differences."

"Tattoos can sometimes be felt on human skin too if it heals with some light scarring," Stiles corrected, because of course he knew about that too. Stiles' interests have always been diversified. Too many things to learn in a too short lifespan and a too active and restless mind.

Derek shifted, causing his soft cock to slip out, along with a gush of cum. As he had said, it was a messy affair, intent to breed the partner so there was plenty to stay inside while some of it would slip out.

"Oh god..." Stiles moaned softly and gasped for air as their bodies finally separated. He had to move his hand down there to touch his flooded hole. His rim felt puffy and sensitive and as he touched it and gasped again, his stretched hole tried to clench, making more watery cum rush over his curious fingertips.

"I must be so open right now..." he babbled and lifted his fingers back to his lips, wanting to know how the cum from a born werewolf's knot tasted. It was pretty much the same as regular spunk, just more watery and that musky scent lingered a bit stronger. "You taste so good. I want you to come down on my throat too later..."

"You probably look like you can't take a dick today anymore. But that's okay, we can suck each other off," Derek informed the human on a matter-of-fact tone. Stiles had taken a large cock as well as a knot, he was going to feel it for a few days. "I can kiss it all better too."

Now he was getting cheeky, as his grin said, hidden against Stiles' skin since he was too comfortable to move as of yet. His libido was high, it wouldn't take much to get him hard and interested, not when it came to Stiles. The man could drink coffee and Derek would be aroused. Probably why he didn't think it would be good for this to be more than just a night. With their feelings for each other, it would rapidly turn into more.

It would change their lives forever.

"Yeah, there are other ways to pleasure each other..." Stiles agreed lazily. And the night was still young. They could do that with short breaks, maybe even throw in a shower at some point, although he quite liked the idea of reeking from sex and Derek's scent and he guessed the wolf would like that too.

That suggestion, though... That piqued his interest. "Hm... I'd like that. A little gentle aftercare..." he squirmed a bit, feeling more cum leak out of him. Good thing he had invested into a sheet under the top one which had a rubber underside to protect the mattress from bodily fluids or spilled drinks. So he wasn't worried about the mess they had created at all.

Being comfortable didn't mean Derek wasn't interested in the aftercare so when Stiles was all up for the idea, up in the way of agreeing because the human's cock seemed to be fully drained of any interest (for now), he pushed himself up on his elbows. Derek looked down at Stiles, leaning in to peck at his lips before he crawled backwards, settling in between the legs again.

"You were right, you look very swollen." And very loose. It made it easy for all of the seed to leak out each time the young man moved. Cleaning him with a warm washcloth would have been the best way to go but instead the wolf leaned in, pressing his hot tongue against the tender rim. His own release's taste was spicy on his tongue and as the wet muscle lavished the wrinkled hole with some attention, more cum trickled out.

It wasn't wasted, because Derek had no problem swallowing his own semen. He had fucked it all up in there, so he could also take the time to clean and soothe Stiles for taking it.

After that peck Stiles watched with half-lidded eyes as Derek moved lower on his body. He pulled his legs a bit higher again.

"And I feel swollen and used in the best way," he purred then moaned, sucking his stomach in the second the tongue touched his sensitive rim. It was nearly too sensitive but at the same time felt so amazing that he never wanted Derek to stop doing it.

Reaching down with one hand, he let his fingers gently stroke Derek's hair, his eyes closing as he was giving into the sensations. "Much better than a washcloth," he murmured.

Derek's tongue pushed inside to lick along the edge of the rim, soothing it as much as he could. The taint and muscle both got their full attention, since the wolf wasn't planning on stopping anytime soon. Stiles seemed to appreciate it, relaxing even more into it, almost absentmindedly running his fingers through his hair. He was determined to keep going for as long as he could, or until the human got tired of it.

There were some content and appreciating moans time after time and the longer Derek was licking and eating him out, the stronger that little spark of lust got in Stiles again. No wonder there. He was a healthy young man with a big sexual appetite which he couldn't quench for a while now. (Hence why he went to that club in the first place.) Not to mention, it was Derek Hale between his legs! That ought to turn him on as soon as his body was ready for another round, right?

So he wasn't surprised when his cock started to stir alive after a good fifteen minutes of that tireless amazing tongue’s... well, tonguing.

"It's so crazy how much you turn me on, Derek..." Stiles moaned softly, squirming a bit on the bed under the heavy gaze, his cock already half-hard and the first beam of pre-cum oozing out at the tip as it was resting on his flat stomach.

"Looks like I get to have another treat." The way the cock had turned into semi-hard hadn't escaped his notice, the human seemed to have very good recovery time. Instead of going back to plunge his tongue into the wet hole, his mouth went to where the pre-cum was leaking onto the pale stomach.

The fluid was clear but sticky, the cock eagerly trying to get back into the action. The werewolf decided not to ask but instead leaned in and licked the fluid as well as the length of Stiles.

"Do you want to fuck my mouth?" he asked it as he licked another stripe of flesh, eyes looking up.

"Oh god, yes!" Stiles groaned from both that filthy question and the tongue teasing his hardening cock now. His fingers in Derek's hair curled into a fist, taking a hold of the dark locks in anticipation. "You have no idea how many times I jerked off to that fantasy..." he chuckled kinda hoarsely.

His hips came alive from that possibility too, lightly moving his cock against the exploring tongue. If they continued like this, Derek was going to be right and Stiles wouldn't be able to move much the next day. Good thing it was his day off so they could make the most of this magical night. He wasn't even going to mind feeling like a wrung out washcloth by the time morning came. He wanted all the pleasure and orgasms Derek Hale could give him in case Stiles didn't get another chance to get intimate with him.

Actually, Derek could imagine how many times Stiles jerked off. The young man used to be very active with his masturbating back then. "I lived in your bedroom for a few weeks, I have some idea." Back when Derek was made a fugitive thanks to Scott and Stiles and there had been no other place to go. It had certainly made him aware of how often Stiles had been aroused back then, sometimes it had also made him wonder if it ever let up.

There was a teasing look thrown at the younger man while his hands took hold of the bony hips, rolling the two of them over without warning so Derek was the one on his back, still having a face full of crotch. "Knees on the bed, put some power in those hips of yours. You move, and I'll suck." Licking his lips, Derek made sure they were wet before he took the now fully hardened cock back in his mouth.

The flush that appeared on his cheeks from Derek's revelation only deepened from their new position. Stiles was about to fire back some clever retort, but the wet lips around his cock completely derailed his thoughts. Understandably.

Instead he offered a guttural moan to Derek as he positioned himself on his knees obediently, his hands leaning on the wall for more leverage. This was so exciting for the easily turned on detective that his hips unwittingly pushed forward, making his hard cock slide deeper into the hot and wet mouth.

"Fuck, Derek! Feels so good..." he groaned and pulled back, just to push in a bit further again. After the first few thrusts, his lust-filled eyes with the dilated pupils looked down and watched in wonderment how his cock was being welcomed by the amazing lips. It was clear this wasn't the first time Derek sucked cock and that picture in his head only spurred Stiles on so his thrusts picked up some pace.

Derek loved it, the first time he had done it, it hadn't been that great but as he got better at it, he had appreciated it more and more. The fact he got to taste the one he was having sex with, smell him, drink him... it was a heady kind of feeling. Not one he thought he would get to experience with Stiles ever and yet here they were.

With a moan he opened his mouth more and relaxed his throat muscles so Stiles could go as deeply as possible. Derek's hands settled on Stiles' ass, not guiding the movements, simply resting them there as extra stimulation. He wanted Stiles to be the one in control of his thrusts right now, so he could chase his orgasm and the Hale was able to get the full taste straight from the source.

Stiles' breathing was getting shallower and shallower as he kept rolling his hips back and forth, his head falling back from the intense pleasure the moist mouth and lips caused. He loved Derek's tongue on the underside, loved the sucking motions, loved the big hands on his flexing ass muscles while he was fucking him while panting for air.

Then – without breaking the nice rhythm going – he reached back for Derek's right hand and lifted it to his lips so he could suck three of his fingers into his own mouth, mimicking the way the wolf was sucking on him. Once they were wet enough, he led the hand back to his ass.

"Finger me!" he groaned on a needy tone.

With Derek's spit still there and Stiles' saliva added, it was enough lubrication to easily push two fingers in at once when he had located the loose entrance. It felt warm and inviting but he was looking for something very specific, something a little deeper and needed some crooking of the fingers. The fleshy nub was there, it needed some feeling around to zero in on it. Once found, the two fingers pushed against it and massaged along it.

There were a few strokes before the fingers were pulled back, just to plunge back in. He had been asked to finger so he was taking that request very seriously. It was going to aid his need to have Stiles come in his mouth and flood his throat to make that fantasy a reality for both of them.

There was a guttural groan for Derek as his reward for what he was doing with his fingers. Also, Stiles' fucking movements slowed somewhat right until those fingers found his love button, sending a violent wave of pleasure through his body and thus jerking his hips forward so his cock could go nearly all the way down the willing throat.

"JesusfuckDerek!" the detective slurred, head swimming in pleasure once again and they both knew from the way Stiles continued bucking back and forth and the trembling of his body above the other man that this was going to push him to his release very fast.

Not that he minded, because he was too far gone and into the idea of giving Derek what they both wanted.

"Right there! Don't stop!" he outright whined while fucking the Hale's mouth and throat in earnest by then – while also moving against those magical fingers.

At that point, Derek's muscles had relaxed enough to take Stiles' erection all the way, letting the human fuck his throat without limits. He couldn't swallow with the thickness constantly there, so he let the saliva dribble from his mouth, making it even slicker and the sounds were obscene. Almost worthy of a porn movie, especially with the way his throat bulged.

The other was getting close rapidly, thanks to Derek's two fingers massaging the prostate with a constant pressure, keeping the sloppy hole open with the digits to match the thrusts of Stiles. Each time the human bottomed out, Derek's fingers would push against the prostate as he pushed inside.

"Holy crap... Get ready!" Stiles warned in-between loud pants and moans, starting to fall out of rhythm as his eyes rolled back into his head, mouth dry and slack, his whole body trembling and sweaty from dancing on the brink of his orgasm.

And when it suddenly came, his voice echoed through the flat once again. But he didn't care if the neighbors heard him, he was too busy falling apart while coming down on Derek's throat and pulsing around those amazing fingers! No thoughts remained in his head while the intense pleasure was burning away everything else.

Derek couldn't stop watching the way Stiles threw his head back and moaned loud enough to alert all the other apartments of what they were doing. Good, let them hear and be jealous, he thought briefly. His focus was on his beautiful lover though, as his mouth was filled with the salty cream he had been after the moment his lips had closed around the hard shaft.

His fingers were nearly crushed with the way the hot tightness clenched around them, pulsing in times with the way the erection spurted seed down his throat. Stiles was in all ways amazing. The werewolf drank greedily from the offering and the sight.

Honestly, he never wanted this night to end, he didn't want to leave Stiles again. Derek had done that too many times already.

Unaware of what Derek was thinking about since Stiles was still high on sex while riding out his orgasm, he groaned a few more times then pulled his cock out of Derek's throat and mouth to let him breathe properly again.

"Fuck... this was intense!" he chuckled hoarsely once the fingers were removed from his ass and he could finally drop down on the bed next to Derek. "You're fucking amazing. Even better than in my hot daydreams," he added while lying on his stomach, face turned towards the other man. "Need a hand?" he asked, peeking down between Derek's legs to see how the wolf was doing.

The taste of Stiles lingered in his mouth and the phantom feeling of the thick cock in his throat. They both had to catch their breath for a moment, and honestly, Derek had been so focused on pleasuring the younger man that he hadn't even realized he had firmed up. Not until the offer of a hand was on the table and they both glanced down to see the firm hard-on he was sporting.

He wasn't the kind of guy who needed to have every erection taken care of, it would go down eventually if there was no stimulation but since it was offered… "If you want to. But you don't have to, you know." It wasn't like they kept score or anything.

"Oh but I'd love to..." Stiles grinned, obviously not having a problem with it because giving a hand job didn't take too much energy and he also wanted to see Derek's face swimming in pleasure. That was one hot sight, if someone asked him.

So he quickly slicked up his palm with some saliva then wrapped his long fingers around the impressive erection to start slowly pumping it.

"Can't leave you hanging like that... or rather standing like that," he chuckled into Derek's neck once he turned on his side, tangling their legs and suckling at the warm and damp skin of said neck.

Damn, it was so easy to get lost in this man, which was frankly unfair. Mostly because soon Derek would be gone again – like always – and this time, now that they got this close, it was going to be so much harder for Stiles to get over that fact. But he had to kinda get used to it that their lives never seemed to align that way, no matter how long he's been pining over this man.

It was easy to be lying there, on his back, with his legs slightly spread, giving into the pleasure that was all Stiles. The way he pressed up against him, one leg over Derek's while kissing his neck. Which of course the werewolf loved, the way he was being scented like that. What he loved even more was the firm grip of the slightly calloused hand wrapped around his erection, slicked by some spit, just enough to not make it dry and unpleasant.

The hand was cooler than his cock, adding to the arousal, making him moan when the hand pushed his foreskin down and up, starting to manipulate his hardness. Derek's hand ghosted along Stiles' back, encouraging him, pushing his hips up into the grip. He had no problem to give into it, to show himself vulnerable on his back like this, to let Stiles watch him closely.

"Have to admit that I love your cock..." Stiles whispered into Derek's ear while holding it a bit firmer and jerking it somewhat faster. "How it feels in me or in my hand. How thick and long it is... How the knot forms right here when you let it..." he said, rubbing his thumb against that special spot briefly before resuming to the rhythmical jerking motions, his teeth catching Derek's earlobe to gently pull on it.

"But what I love even more is when it comes for me. Will you give me that? Let me feel it pulse in my hand and mess us up with your spunk?" he asked hoarsely, twisting his palm at the tip each time before his hand would go slide down along its length, smearing more and more pre-cum along it.

"Yes, Jesus... yes."

Stiles had a dirty mouth and he knew it. He was able to use it as a weapon, shooting lust through Derek as the words were whispered into his ear and his lobe pulled on. Rapidly the Hale was getting closer to the point of no return with the human using his skilled hand to get the omega off. The erection was leaking, smearing wetness which the other eagerly used to aid his goal. Derek helped by pushing his hips up, biting on his lip as he moaned.

As his orgasm slammed into him, almost like struck with its force, he was unable to keep his eyes open. His mouth formed into a silent 'o' and with a guttural growl his seed splattered over the hand as well as making a mess on his own stomach. Large globs of watery cum stained both of them.

Stiles purred approvingly, letting Derek ride out his orgasm as he watched the first couple of strands land on their skin, his own breathing a bit hoarser and quicker. Then to add to Derek's pleasure, he went back to suck and bite and lick his neck, hand making sure to squeeze every last drop out.

After that he pushed himself up on his arm to be able to admire the pleasure on the sweaty face and once his touches became too much, he let Derek's spent cock go to lift his hand up to his own lips and sucked his fingers clean from the cum, moaning from its taste and not taking his eyes off the Hale.

It was too much, the way Stiles would milk him dry and bite at his neck to coax more out of Derek until there was nothing left to give. Even though werewolf, he needed a moment to catch his breath, feeling the way a few of the sweat drops trickled down his face. Chest heaving a few times, his heart started to calm down, his soft cock back to its usual size.

Slowly he peered through slits towards the other, seeing a look on Stiles’ face he hadn't seen before and wasn't sure what it was. Longing? Hunger? He decided to ignore it, because some things were better left unsaid since in the morning their lives would return to the way they were and they'd have this night to look back on.

"I'll get us a washcloth, we've made a mess."

"No, just leave it. I don't care about the mess. Unless it bothers you," Stiles wiped his hand on his own thigh – unwittingly marking himself more with Derek's scent. "We can take a shower later. But I'd like to... smell like you a little while longer," Stiles confessed it while looking down at the slowly calming down chest, a blush on his cheeks as he rested his hand in the middle of it. He could feel the strong thumping of Derek's heart under his palm and for some reason it felt so... good.

Usually in an attempt to avoid awkwardness and with that making things worse with all the babbling, this time Stiles only offered a bit shy (and at the same time a tiny bit sad) smile to the wolf and put his head down onto the sweaty chest, inhaling him as deep as possible.

He wanted to remember every little detail – the visuals, the tastes, the scents, the touches... everything – about this crazy night for the rest of his life.

"I'm a werewolf, Stiles." So no, he didn't care about the mess, he loved reeking of Stiles, and how the human was smelling of him too. Loved having his nose full of the scent of their time of sex together. So he didn't move since the human didn't care either. Derek was good like this, liked the moments after sex to cuddle up and bask in their warmth and the feel of the bodies entwined.

Only there was not just sex in his nose, there was a lingering feeling of sadness coming from the human. "What's wrong? Why do you feel sad?" The sex had been amazing so why even the sad feelings? Not once was it made clear that Stiles hadn't enjoyed himself. "I thought you wanted this."

Damned chemo signals, Stiles thought. He forgot about those for a moment. He's still an idiot, it seems.

"Yes, I wanted this and it was amazing. And it's nothing, don't worry about it. I just don't want this night to ever end. It's been a while since I had so much fun. And having that with you only made it better. That's all," he said with a light shrug, head still resting on Derek's chest while his hand kept caressing it and playing with the hairs there. "Hope you had fun too and won't regret it in the morning." Which was really around the corner since dawn was approaching. Wow, they've been having sex longer than he thought.

"You're still a terrible liar." Even if there wasn't that familiar uptick in the heartbeat, Derek could tell without looking at Stiles, because it was in his voice. When that happened it would sound off, a little hoarser, a bit more strained. At least it would when he tried to lie to Derek. To others it would be smoother – if they weren't werewolves because those were hard to lie to.

One thing was true for sure: he had fun and he didn't want the night to end, and that was something Derek felt as well even though technically it was nearly over. But Stiles shouldn't get dragged into Derek's life again, this was better left at a one time thing. Stiles could go back to his own life and look back at this fondly.

"No regrets though, none. Maybe someday we can do it again." Maybe. Derek had his things to get from the guy's couch he had been staying on, find a new place to stay while planning where to go next. Life as a lone wanderer suited him, because he couldn't mess up lives when he didn't stick around long enough. "I never had regrets with you."

Not even all those times when Derek had left him behind. Not even the moment when he soon would walk out on him again. That cleared that up for Stiles, at least.

"Yeah, I'd like that and I'm happy then," Stiles said, unwittingly nuzzling to Derek a bit more, not wanting him to go. But like always, he'd just watch and let him go. It was what they always did, no matter how many times their paths had crossed.

And there was one thing Stiles will regret again. Not asking Derek to stay, no matter how much he wanted to do that. But Derek said he was happy with his wanderer life now and Stiles never in all these years they've known each other tried to hold back Derek from what made him happy. Seeing the Hale – who had suffered so much already – happy was more important for Stiles. It's been for long years now.

"I don't regret tonight either," he finally said and closed his eyes to listen to the steady heartbeats, a small smile playing on his lips.

Stiles maybe was still crushing on him and Derek knew he had to leave even though he wanted this night to last into the next night and the next. For a brief moment he watched Stiles sleep before he gently moved him, replacing himself with the pillow his head had been resting on. Quietly as only a werewolf could, the Hale dressed, glancing back to Stiles. It was better this way, he didn't do goodbyes.

Instead he left a small note on his side of the bed. It was short and to the point.

𝓝𝓸 𝓻𝓮𝓰𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓼
- 𝓓

He didn't even leave a phone number because he switched between them too often or didn't have a phone at all. No attachments. That what made it all work and kept everybody safe. If he was omega for too long, he'd have sex with an alpha, it worked for a bit. It wasn't the best of lives, but it kept him healthy and he could pretend like this life made him happy, sinking into nameless embraces to forget the names which meant something.

Stiles has always meant something, it was why it was so dangerous to linger around him for too long.

The human woke up a few hours later, stretching in his bed with a satisfied moan. Then the aches in his body and the smell of male sex reached his nose too. Derek's scent... Which brought back the memories from the night before.

"Derek?" he lifted his head with messy hair sticking in every direction, but didn't see or hear anything. As his hand reached out to touch the other side of the bed, his hand bumped against the note. Stiles sat up, the happy and satisfied shining dimming from his whiskey-colored eyes.

The sheet was cold. The note short. The pain numbing.

He forgot for a moment that Derek didn't do goodbyes. He was stupid to think this time was going to be any different. Why would it? He wasn't that important.

"No regrets, huh?" Stiles whispered hoarsely, already sitting naked on the edge of the bed with the note in his hand. There was a dry chuckle which turned into an ugly sound. Then two teardrops landed on his bruised thighs.

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