Note: This is the 16th part of the “Home Is Where the Spark Is” series. To understand better what’s going on, we recommend reading the previous entries. Also, Jordan Parrish’s character in this was written by a former friend so credit goes to him. Enjoy!

Fandoms: Teen Wolf, Sterek

Characters/relationships: Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale, Jordan Parrish, original characters

Rating/category: supernatural, post-Teen Wolf, canon and non-canon elements, slash, M/M, Sterek, aged up characters, Spark Stiles, Magic Stiles, Emissary Stiles, Emissary in training Stiles, detective Stiles, matured Stiles, Alpha Derek, epic romance, love, magic, soulmates, Mate bond, Emissary bond, werewolves, emotions, smut, light bondage, light BDSM, light Dom/sub relationship, submissive Derek, bottom Derek, dominant Stiles, top Stiles, aftercare, bathroom sex, fingering, anal sex, blowjob, edging, healing, violence, fighting, blood, gore, alpha challenge

Summary: After a successful mating in their new home, the next morning the lurking alpha finally makes his big entrance to test the mates. And things go differently than expected.

Disclaimer: This is a product of our imagination and was written only for entertainment and fun. We don’t profit from this fanfiction and we mean no harm or disrespect against any real person, culture or custom that might appear in the story. All original pictures or edits and fictional characters used in the story belong to their respective owners and credit goes to them.

Midnightisquiet edit

Home Is Where the Spark Is
By Just Jim & Useless-girl

16: Triggers – Part 1

Tyr’s appearance was both unexpected and something that had complicated the mates’ life. It wasn’t in them to send him back onto the streets, so instead he became a constant guest on the couch in the Stilinski house. The Sheriff wasn’t that thrilled about it at first and of course grilled the young beta with his many questions, but Tyr took it in stride, even if some of his answers were weird, making Noah’s eyebrows shoot up high. First Beth was a bit withdrawn around the not-yet-pack beta, but soon warmed up to him once she had realized that he was goofy like Daddy Sty and liked to play with her.

The presence of the beta also affected Derek, which Stiles had noticed. The alpha’s awareness and guards were nearly constantly up, especially when Tyr was around Beth or Stiles. Which was understandable. The mates also had many whispered conversations about the situation and Stiles tried to make the alpha slowly open up towards the beta at least a bit. After all, if they wanted to consider him to become pack, they had to let him closer and appreciate the efforts he was making.

Whenever the druid had the time, he was explaining things to Tyr about the human world they were living in, but when he had suggested for the beta to take notes, it turned out that he couldn’t write or read. So switching to the new task immediately, Stiles started to teach him how to do those things. Tyr was intelligent and learned faster than a child would – if he put the effort into it and was interested in the topic. Writing and reading seemed to hold his interest more than learning about the human ways, so at least they were making progress there.

Derek was often busy with the renovations at the loft. The workers were mostly done with their living space and were moving to another floor for now, which meant that the furnishing was happening. Stiles sometimes took Tyr with him to help with the packing and the decorating of the guest room, but today he went there with the Jeep packed with a few boxes of their stuff to meet up with Derek, who’s been there all day with the workers. It was getting dark, but there was enough daylight and a nice sunset, which somehow made Stiles smile.

Once the emissary parked near the now functioning and updated elevator and loaded it with the boxes, he pushed the button to get upstairs, curious about what Derek wanted to show him. He’s been missing his mate all day, his magic a little bit restless too, so he entertained himself while ascending towards the loft with the picture of a sweaty and slightly dusty Derek in a white tank top, jeans and boots, muscles bulging and jumping under his skin as he was carrying things or finishing up stuff in the loft. Damn... That was a nice picture which made him sigh and wonder when they’d start “christening” the loft’s rooms. That was something they definitely had to do before they all moved in permanently. (In Tyr’s case into the guest room for now.) Derek was right, they really acted like horny teens around each other, but Stiles just loved that so much.

Stiles was greeted to bustling activity since Derek had roped a few of the workers into helping him in the loft. Despite his grumpy disposition and general quietness, most of the men didn't seem to mind him and were friendly, appreciating Derek paying them normal wages. They didn't mind helping besides the usual construction work they were hired for, even though the work day was nearing to its end. The wolf was in a heated discussion with Diego as they were putting a bookcase together, other men laughing as the rapid Spanish flew back and forth.

"Hola, Stiles," Jorge spotted the human first while putting the couch in place with another man. "We're putting your house together for you," his thick accented words explained as Diego shooed Derek away.

"Your boy thought he could do all alone, stupido," Diego scoffed and Derek shook his head, greeting Stiles with a kiss on the cheek. So he hadn't roped them into helping, they of course didn't know he was a werewolf and moving furniture wasn't a big deal to him but he hadn't exactly been able to say that. So he’s been downplaying his strength all day even though the plan had been to put it all in place himself and then surprise his fiancé, yes that happened, with it. Maybe he was predictable already because he was indeed wearing ripped jeans with a white tank top, feet propped into old boots with the laces half undone. There were streaks of dirt clinging to him and there was a considerable tan with all the work he had done on the roof garden, the scarred runes a stark contrast and jumping out more.

"Finish up the bookcase and then you can call it a day, big mouth," Derek told Diego who replied in Spanish, once again causing a roar of laughter but Derek took the ribbing with good humor, nodding and smothering a grin.

Honestly, working like that had relaxed him considerably, because it was good to have chores to focus on and to be surrounded by men who didn't ask much and were also focused on working. They had easily accepted him and didn't treat him like he was their boss who had hired them but like one of their own, even bringing food with them since Derek had shown a like for the Mexican home-cooked dishes. It was stalled out in the kitchen when they all ate lunch together at the big table, making the loft smell of delicious spices even now.

Once the bookcase was put in the corner where it belonged, the men filed out, grabbing their things together with various goodbyes, leaving a silence behind in the fully furnished loft.

"Surprise."

Standing there with the first box – the guys nearly immediately starting to pile the others out of the elevator even without asking – Stiles' jaw dropped and knew that he probably had a dumbstruck, if not outright silly expression on his mole-dotted face. But the guys were quite used to such things from him. There were two reasons for that reaction, though.

One, the loft looked amazing! Nearly completely done as far as the placement of the furniture went. Only the rest of the decoration was left – which was going to be more Stiles' territory anyways. And the second reason was that Derek looked just like in his fantasy, making the druid all hot and bothered and it was probably noticeable on his cheeks too.

He eventually put the box down, though, and high-fived and thanked a few of the leaving guys, but was still mostly rooted into place, his eyes running through the room, but somehow always falling back on Derek's gorgeous form. With a tiny sigh he more or less pushed his horny thoughts and longing magic down in favor of taking a walk around in the living area.

"It's... amazing... Nearly completely like we envisioned it. Only my magical touch is missing to finish everything up," he wiggled his long fingers in the air, indicating the magic, pun intended, of course. "What did Diego say that made everyone laugh that much?" he glimpsed at his gorgeous mate, unable to take his whiskey-brown eyes off the bulging muscles and broad shoulders for a few long moments. He so wanted to hold onto them while...

Down, boy...

Yeah, there wasn't much more decorating happening for Derek, because placing lamps and hanging a few at the ceiling in the corner with the couch was already decorating. It was why he hadn't put down the carpets either because he had no idea which one was supposed to go where and the pillows were haphazardly dropped on the couch as if it had been done with haste. All the decorating items were set aside for Stiles to have fun with or for the human to tell Derek where posters and paintings were supposed to go so he could drill a hole in the wall. It was already a lot more homely than it had ever been, thanks to the old wooden floor they had placed over the concrete to create more warmth. The wood was worn and faded, to fit in with the ‘Loft look’ and there was actual heating so the scent of mold and moist had disappeared completely.

A wood burner was placed in the corner where the bed used to be, creating the scent of pinewood because Derek did remember that trick from the old house. It smelled like home, their home. And though Derek felt guilty for abandoning Noah, they were ready to have their own place.

"He said it was a good thing I was pretty. More or less." A dig at Derek's capability in construction.

"Diego was right about you being pretty, though," Stiles chuckled, understanding why Derek was teased back. Although Stiles didn't understand much about what they were saying in Spanish, he enjoyed the fast-paced yet somehow melodic conversations the workers and Derek were having while he was present too. And the guys were great as well. And they clearly did a great job!

The loft looked and smelled amazing! It was like a completely different place yet some main characteristics have stayed, reminding Stiles of the past. All the good and bad that had happened here and now he hoped that from now on mostly just good memories are going to be made between these walls. It was a shaky wish at best, knowing how their life always got sooner or later, but he knew both of them are going to try to work towards that goal.

Stiles' arousal was obvious, the scent of it tickling at Derek’s nose but of course the Hale pretended not to notice, making his mate work for it. "This wasn't the surprise though, and I know it's early..." Taking Stiles' hand, he led him to the living room area where a side table was, still empty, safe for a large sketch in black and white of Claudia Stilinski. "Happy Anniversary."

The smiling mage's eyes were drinking in the details of their home again when he, of course, let Derek take his hand and pull him along. Once said eyes fell onto the drawing, his breathing hitched and swallowing around the lump in his throat got quite difficult. (How and when did that stupid lump got there so undetected anyway?)

"Oh my god, Derek!" he wheezed out, immediately moved to the core, burning each stroke and line of that familiar face into his mind. "She's perfect!" he added, studying every detail. He knew that his mate was talented in drawing and painting, which he was doing more frequently lately as part of his therapy. But he didn't expect something like this... For a moment he thought he had forgotten their anniversary amidst all the moving and other busy daily tasks, but then remembered that Derek had said it was an early gift since their 6 months anniversary was nearly in a month.

Squeezing Derek's hand, Stiles finally turned to him and looked up with welled-up eyes and totally not sniffing once. "You're perfect. Amazing. Thank you... I cannot even... And you drew her from one of my fav pics of her... I just... Fuck!" Stiles completely gave up and simply threw his arms around his mate to bury his face in the warm neck, so very moved. "Thank you," he repeated, a few teardrops smearing against their skin.

Derek hadn't known it had been Stiles' favorite picture, he just used the one he had in his bedroom since that one was within reach all the time. And it had seemed like a good idea to add Claudia to the new home since Stiles was leaving the parental home he had grown up in. Sure, not for the first time but Stiles had never felt at home in the other places. Maybe this would help a little to realize that his mom was still everywhere with him. Derek wasn't in the habit of showing off his skills, even his drawings and paintings now were hidden away. Not exactly because he didn't want Stiles to see them but it was partly that he didn't want to talk about it. He used paint and pencils to get the memories out of his head. To remove the rough edges.

It had been nice to not draw the bad things, to draw something good this time. So Stiles' reaction to seeing it, it made Derek pull him close and hug him tightly. It was a new beginning for both of them and they were dealing with a lot lately and they were emotional. He had learned though that this was a good kind of emotional even though his mate smelled of sorrow, there was also love.

"She's going to bring us good luck. Overseeing our home like a Buddha."

Stiles lightly chuckled into Derek's neck then kissed it before pulling back enough to wipe his face clean with the sleeve of his blue hoodie. "Yeah, she'll be the perfect house protector spirit," he looked up at Derek with a smile. "I am truly happy and grateful for this gift, you know. It'll be hard to top it with my anniversary gift!"

He had to joke a bit to be able to pull himself together. It usually worked for him and this time wasn't an exception either.

"You know you don't have to do anything, it's six months, not six years," Derek protested because technically it wasn't even an anniversary, it wasn't annual, yet. However to them six months was enough to at least acknowledge because it was rare for them to have something for so long. It was rare to move in together, to get engaged, make plans for a future when half the time they don't know if they have a future for very long in the first place. It would be enough for Derek to have some time together, spend a few hours watching a movie or eat dinner someplace other than at home.

"But it feels much longer than six months because of all the years we've known for and pined for each other. It feels as if we've been together for so much longer. As if we've known each other forever. I know it is probably because we were kinda destined to be mates, but I love it. I love you with all my heart and soul..." Stiles murmured with a cute blush on his face. "So I will definitely figure something out. Perhaps I will take you out on a romantic dinner and give you a rose for good measure," he chuckled. What he didn't say was that if they are going to go with the romantic dinner, Stiles was hoping for a repeat of their first time on the backseat of the Camaro. Because yeah, that'd be a worthy way to make their anniversary memorable. Maybe he could rile Derek up during that romantic dinner enough so that the wolf wouldn't be able to wait until they got home to make love.

They should be able to move in within a couple of days. It was all up to Stiles now and they had to put Beth's room to rights. And pack up everything in the Stilinski home. That was the hardest part of it all. "I'd give you a key but I know you had one for years since you always busted in here without even a knock."

Here, it wasn't like the old loft anymore, it wasn't as dark and gloomy. The blood stains were gone, the emptiness of it looking like an abandoned home gone. The entire building was slowly becoming alive from its slumber, making it worth the investment the Hale was doing in it. It was a ridiculous amount of space for them, and instead of making it a massive mansion, it was going to offer a home to others as well. Some day.

"DUH! Of course I had copied your keys ages ago. I even have one for the Camaro, but shhh!" he pressed a slender index-finger against Derek's lips instead of his own, that mischievous smirk back on the mole-dotted face. And Derek better understood what a big sacrifice he had just made with admitting such a close-kept secret to him. It had to be the fault of their emotional state, Stiles' giddiness from the actual date of moving in so close, and of course the very manly-smelling dirty man in front of him.

At the silly secret sharing, the wolf rolled his eyes, as if he hadn't noticed that Stiles could start the car without even asking for the keys. It would be interesting to get a new model with a card as key, see how Stiles was going to handle that. But no, if Derek could avoid it, he would. Derek didn't like those cards, they were sensitive to break and disrupt the entire car's system.

And the whole thought of cars went out the window when his mate did something about the scent of arousal clinging to him.

"Sooooo... there are two options regarding what we do next. Both including me expressing just how grateful I am for this gift and all the effort you and the boys did on the loft lately..." Stiles steered the conversation further away from the manly tears situation or car topic. "One, I undress you right here and send you to take a shower..." he began, sliding his fingertips across the seal rune on Derek's chest "... while I reheat the Mexican food I can smell even from here. Oooor... we undress each other here, make love somewhere along the way in the loft or under the shower and theeen we eat the remaining food before round two of our 'christening' main quest," geek-Stiles grinned, letting his fingers play with the top of the slightly sweaty and dirty tank top.

"How hungry are you? I'd say shower together and then we can break in the new bedroom first." Derek mostly offered that option because Stiles hadn't even seen it yet and because he was aware of his smell. It was potent, it didn't bother him but it meant it was clinging to him in other places as well and getting clean while getting dirty was half the fun. "I want you to sit in my lap in the tub as I take you," Derek whispered in his ear before he took the dirty tank top off to give those curious fingers more sweat-slicked skin to play with. "We'll eat, and then I'll bend over on the bed for you."

"I... god, I love your brilliant ideas..." Stiles’ mouth suddenly went dry and the scent of his arousal got stronger the second Derek whispered that dirty plan into his ear then revealed his strong chest. No wonder, since lust stabbed him into his stomach, releasing those restless butterflies in his belly again. Not to mention suddenly how interested his cock got from what Derek was painting into his own dirty mind. "Let's do it! I'm hungry, but more for you than food..." the emissary announced as he stroked down on the warm and damp chest, already shrugging out of his hoodie. It wasn't as hot as Derek taking his tank top off, but that was no surprise. Besides, he knew Derek kinda loved his clumsiness. Nothing fake, just pure Stiles Stilinski.

"Come on, big guy... Catch me if you can!" he grinned up at Derek then darted towards the bathroom. He knew Derek could catch him within the blink of an eye, even if Stiles could run faster thanks to their bond, but he didn't care. This was foreplay from the finest kind.

"You will be starving when I'm done with you," Derek warned, and even if Stiles would object to it, he'll make him eat in-between rounds because the human's stomach when empty didn't just rumble, it would roar in craving for some food. It wasn't an exaggeration, nothing about Stiles was quiet, not even his hunger. It was cute, the way the body demanded its attention but not when they were getting hot and bothered and then the stomach was louder than their moans.

Derek watched his mate dash off after shrugging that thick hoodie off with flailing arms and a stumble of the feet when it landed in front of them instead of to the side. The eye-roll he gave at that was one of fond exasperation, at least Stiles didn't land flat on his stomach. Though that image was actually a nice one, Derek would have made use of that too. The wolf watched the lanky body sprint to the small door of the bathroom right next to the bedroom, appreciating the view of the way those long legs ran. Too bad they were still covered by pants so he couldn't see the muscles roll along the bones.

As the human's hand opened the door, Derek sprinted after him, making sure to catch him when he was inside the room. He pushed him against the tiled wall, sliding down the body to tug at the shoes, wanting to take them off.

"Maybe a shower would be better, I don't know if I have the patience to wait for the tub to fill."

"You better wait for the tub to fill because I already have that part of your plan burned in my head and I want to ride you in there..." Stiles groaned, moving his feet to help Derek take the sneakers and socks off, one hand fumbling with his belt and then jeans' button and zipper. He outright pressed his blushing cheek against the tiles for balance in order to be able to hook his fingers under his briefs and push them down along with his jeans.

This was so exciting, no matter how many times they have done it already. It was always kinda like the first time, making Stiles' heart beat all over the place, especially when he was getting naked for his mate – like now. He suspected it was never going to get boring for him.

Kicking the jeans and underwear away now that he was standing there in all his naked glory, cock nearly fully hard and bobbing in excitement, the human playfully nudged Derek away so he could waltz to the bathtub to – on purpose and suggestively – lean forward to open the tap and pour some lavender-scented bath salts into the happily flowing water.

"So... enough patience for a bath?" Stiles teased, shamelessly wiggling his firm little ass, going as far as reaching back with a hand to pull on a cheek to reveal the price and to tease Derek to no end while looking back at him over a shoulder.

There was a groan from the wolf when the plan for a bath was still in motion, for once being the impatient one though Stiles suddenly undressed incredibly fast, so maybe he felt some of that impatience as well instead of being only cheeky. Too cheeky for Derek's own good as he was left staring at a naked body offering a view he couldn't say no to.

"I never have enough patience around you," the wolf growled, kicking off the boots and shucking the jeans down, for once wearing underwear because he didn't want to offer view to the other men when bending over. Still wearing the tight under-armor briefs, he padded over to his mate, letting the tip of a finger dip along the entrance offered up. It was a flutter of a touch, the barest of a press of the pad of his finger against it without pushing in.

The warm water was rushing into the tub fast, but he knew from experience it would take more than ten minutes for them to be able to sit down in it. Peering over Stiles' shoulder to gauge it, the clothed erection pressed firmly against that tight little ass. "Now you won't get it until we're in the water. Tease."

Derek's first comment had put a smug grin on Stiles' face, but it got even more heated and his eyes rolled shut once he felt that still dressed cock press against his hole. Not to mention the teasing finger before that. But two can play this game – even if it was he who had started it...

"That's quite fine. I think I might find something to entertain myself with while waiting..." he opened his light-brown eyes and grinned at Derek right before he pushed away from the edge of the tub and turned around to kneel in front of his mate. Without hesitation he licked along the hard abs, tasting salt and sweat and pure musky Derek, which only made his hardening cock jump happily between his slightly open legs again.

"I believe I had made a promise to myself to finally master deep-throating ALL of you, so I'll make an attempt now, if you don't mind..." he grinned up at Derek, kissing his way down on the faint happy trail that led to the edge of the annoying underwear. Though a part of Stiles could appreciate it how it traced out the outlines of the massive erection underneath. God, he loved how big Derek was!

That grin promised mischief, it was the grin where Derek knew he was going to regret his teasing because Stiles was going to do something. It was a grin he should learn to fear, however he loved teasing it out of his mate like this. And he had a clear idea of where this was going when kneeling happened, even before those words, which made his breathing hitch, were uttered. His pupils dilated to show his interest, his mouth suddenly dry. The more often Stiles would take him in his mouth, the better he got at it, even though he hadn't been able to deep-throat yet. It wasn't needed, it was a lot to take in, which he had told the human out loud a few times, but Stiles was stubborn like that, determined to research and be good at everything he did.

The human didn't hesitate at all, and pulled the underwear down to be faced by said gorgeous cock. The erection flopped free when the underwear was pulled down, standing up proudly to show off how Stiles affected its state. Quickly licking his palm, Stiles took the base and guided the shaft to his bow-shaped lips so he could kiss and lick the tip teasingly a few times, then collected some spit to let it drop on it so he could smear it down, his tongue traveling up and down, following veins, nibbling and planting kisses along it.

Derek hissed in pleasure when the cooler spit-slicked palm wrapped around his hot cock, the flutter of lips against the tip in promise, but it was more of a tease right now. The spit was cooling on his shaft and he glanced at the water to make sure there was no flooding happening as he licked his dry lips.

"Will you feed it to me?" Stiles asked, looking up at Derek with flushed cheeks, wet and red lips and hungry eyes as he slightly opened his mouth invitingly.

"Let me know if it's too much." The Hale’s voice was hoarse, affected by the arousal, lower than it normally would be. Reaching out with his hand, Derek cupped the back of Stiles' head to keep it in place while his other hand went to the base of his cock. Pulling the hood back, some of the pre-cum was smeared along Stiles' bottom lip to make it wet before he guided the erection into the waiting mouth, the smell of his musk stronger now.

Oh god, yessss! That's what crossed Stiles' mind the second he could taste the pre-cum which his eager tongue licked off his lips just before the wide tip slipped past them. He only managed to make an agreeing sound for Derek that yes, he was going to tell if it was too much, but he wasn't really planning on getting to that point. He was determined. So determined.

So he put his hands onto Derek's hips to steady himself, ignoring the discomfort in his knees, which were going to bruise for sure from the unforgiving tiles, but he couldn't care less when that majestic piece of thick and long and oh so hard shaft was being finally fed to him.

For a second he closed his eyes to enjoy the rich taste and velvety texture as it was sliding along his tongue over and over, slowly going deeper with each tentative thrust. Stiles loved it. So fucking much. The way it was stretching his lips thin around the girth, how his saliva was slicking it inch by inch as it slid deeper, how the excess wetness slipped down onto his chin, how the tip was tickling the back of his throat... how Derek felt through the wide open bonds...

Pre-cum started oozing from his slit even from only being touched by his nape. Stiles’ eyes were a burning amber once he opened them again and looked up at his mate. He was so willing and needy, wanting all of that tasty cock lodged into his throat. So he started slightly bobbing his head too to meet the thrusts. His man was big and required quite some practice to be able to take him. His record was when only like two inches were left out. Now he was going to break that record! Fighting off his gag-reflex, Stiles relaxed his throat and let the tip slide into it, eyes slightly watering as he moaned eagerly around the massive shaft, letting Derek fuck his throat. But it was still not quite there yet.

He should pull away, not push in any deeper but Stiles wouldn't have any of it, his hands were steady on Derek's hips, fingers tightening in the flesh when his muscles tightened up as if he was about to step away. Sure, Derek had watched porn, he knew what they did there, how a cock could go deep into a throat but those throats hadn’t belonged to his mate and it had been porn, it wasn't the same. The sight of his erection pressing in so deep, see Stiles' face turn red as he was determined to choke on it, the sounds and the way the spit leaked around his mate's mouth to trickle to his throat. It was obscene.

Derek’s heart was hammering in his chest, his breathing rapid as he watched enthralled how each time his hips pushed forward, it would go only slightly deeper. The older man swallowed thickly, careful for any hint the other might give him that it was too much. God, it felt like it was too much…

"Stiles..."

Was it too much? A choked noise of his own escaped him, echoing around the bathroom when his hard cock went in further. He might just come from this if they keep it up.

For a moment or two the kneeling man agreed with the 'too much' and nearly gave up, but he fought off the feeling of choking on cock. Instead he dug his nails deeper into Derek's thighs, steadying himself. Then pushed his head back against Derek's hand to slide half-way off the wet shaft. The way Derek said his name... the expression of pure pleasure showing on the blushing face... every reaction and feeling coming through their connection had told Stiles that this was so worth it and he had to succeed to have this first from Derek too. He wanted it.

There was a thing as too stubborn, and Stiles was exactly that, since he refused to give up on the try and kept going. Derek wasn't sure where the determination was coming from because it wasn't as if he had made it known that he wanted it to happen. The blow jobs were great for him already and he wasn't even sure if it would add anything extra to be taken in all the way.

As Stiles took a deep breath, he closed his slightly glowing eyes and slid his mouth forward. Throat relaxed and ready, he let it slide deeper and deeper and when he thought he couldn't take more, he didn't stop. His eyes watered more, tears slipping free from under his eyelids as he swallowed once, twice to make sure he had it all.

Which he did because his nose was now pressed against Derek's stomach, the coarse hairs tickling it, flooding it with the musky scent Stiles loved so much. He did it! To that he opened his teary eyes, ignoring the burning of his lungs and swallowed repeatedly around the massive cock a few times to massage all of it, eyes locked onto Derek's face.

Almost horrified, Derek looked at the way his cock was sinking in deeper, Stiles' eyes tearing up and he had to be choking by now with the sounds it made to get it that deep. The throat was bulging, something out of an alien movie maybe?

Only once their eyes met did Stiles ease his mouth back, slightly coughing and choking around the dripping wet shaft. Once it fully slid out of his mouth, he sat back on his heels to pant for air. He didn't care that his lips, chin and even his chest were marked by spit. There was a proud little smile in the corner of his mouth as he was panting hoarsely, one hand lazily stroking Derek, the other still holding onto him as he kept watching his mate.

"Jesus Stiles...." Derek’s voice shouldn't sound as wrecked as it did, he shouldn't be enjoying this so much but it felt so unreal! Nobody had ever taken him this deep. It may look unnatural but his body was fully into this, his erection was ready to blow. Luckily for the both of them, Stiles pulled off in time to prevent it from being ruined plans, returning to a hand job which he stopped by putting his hands over the human's. As much as he loved coming all over that tilted head and proud face, they had plans for the bath tub.

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