After another loud moan, Stiles did pull Derek's wet lips off himself. He was dripping wet and that was cause for him to lean down and take Derek's face between his slender hands, thumbs caressing the stubbly cheeks while he licked into the swollen mouth before a passionate kiss. He loved the mixed taste of the sweet cake and the salty pre-cum on Derek's tongue, but he wanted to have a taste of his own. From this gorgeous man.

"Come on, big boy, time to see that bedroom... Get up, take off your pants and walk in front of me so I can watch that fine ass I'm going to take soon," he purred against the slack lips with that legendary dirty lopsided smirk before letting Derek go to stand himself and quickly get rid of his socks, the only clothes left on his own body.

That smirk was always a promise to something mischievous when it was flashed at him outside of sex. Derek usually got worried because it wasn't going to be a good thing. For him. Now though, it gave him this little flutter of excitement in the pit of his stomach as he wiped at his wet chin before pulling his sweats down. The reason why he had chosen to wear it: easy access. Leaving it on the floor, he sauntered before Stiles, feeling those brown orbs zeroed in on the globes.

The bedroom was behind the other metal rail door, oil making it easier these days to open it to their new domain and their new bed. Bigger than the one he had before since there were often three in it and Beth was going to get bigger. And Stiles moved enough to kick Derek out of bed if he had his way so bigger meant more comfort for all of them. Instead of sprawling on the new sheets, the Hale glanced back at Stiles with a smirk of his own.

He had promised that he was going to bend over the bed so Derek placed his hands on the bedding and stuck his ass out while spreading his legs.

God, that picture was even more perfect than the walk Derek did for him. Both made it very hard for Stiles not to reach down and stroke himself, but somehow he managed to stop himself from doing so. Instead, he approached his bent over and very gorgeous man, returning that smirk with one of his own.

Reaching out, he ran his long fingers down on Derek's spine and lower to the firm cheeks. Then he repeated the motion, slowly, not getting closer but letting Derek feel the heat of his body just behind him without touching.

A shiver ran down Derek's spine when the fingers stroked along his spine, dipping between the cheeks only to avoid his entrance and go lower. Right to his testicles which appreciated the touch, a warmth of pleasure settling in his groin. It made him want to spread his legs even more, or get on his hands and knees on the bed, he did neither, remained right where he was. The reward was having hands back on his ass so Stiles could go to town on him.

"That's my good boy..." Stiles murmured fondly as he trailed his fingertips down between the crack then moved his palm to cup the heavy balls and give them a gentle massage. "You sure know how to get me hungry... I think I'm gonna feast on you now."

And with that he knelt down behind Derek, hands pulling the cheeks open, eyes zeroed on the tight pucker before he lapped at it with his wet tongue. Slowly circling and rubbing it, lips sucking at it sensually while Stiles moaned from the musky taste. He flattened his tongue and licked it over and over to make it wet enough then collected some spit just to let it dribble on it and push it in with the tip of his tongue. Licking, swirling and probing it to fuck it deeper, the tight ring of muscles slowly giving in to him.

The wolf’s breathing hitched when that wet tongue prodded and licked, coaxing at his rim for it to get less tight, to open up for Stiles and let him in. It needed some work, always did, probably partly due to the fact that Derek never fully relaxed besides that moment of orgasm. Or when he was high on magic. He was fully relaxed then but not even in sleep would the werewolf be lax – enough to sleep, not enough to get deeper than REM stage. But Stiles knew how to coax his muscles into letting go, to give into him.

The more the slick tongue pushed against the rim, the more it let him in until he felt it prod his walls. Derek leaned on his forearms so he could arch his back more, tip his hips back to give the presenting position.

His mate appreciated that. A lot. He had to reach down for a moment to put pressure on the base of his cock to hold the pleasure back that willingness caused. He loved every inch of the man in front of him and he had plans now that it seemed Derek was open... for some exploration.

Moaning against the glistening and nicely loosening up hole, Stiles pulled back enough to lightly bite a cheek, his hands slowly stroking the insides of the muscular thighs. Never getting too high. It was a tease, yes, but it was also to keep Derek on his toes. Not literally – this time.

"Do you trust me, Derek?" he asked on a hoarse yet calm voice as he stood behind his man, fingertips and lips tracing the muscles on the broad tattooed back, the wet tip of Stiles' cock rubbing teasingly against the other man's ass. "There's something I'd like to try with you... Remember you said you wanted to try tying me up with ropes? Well... you're not the only one who's excited about that idea. How do you feel about me... tying your hands... behind your back?" he asked low in-between kisses and light bites on the warm skin.

Everything was a tease right now. The light biting which was barely hard enough to feel, the way the hard cock pressed against him but never penetrated or how those fingers caressed at his thighs and refused to touch anything else. After all the attention his hole had received, to have nothing happening right now made Derek look back at Stiles, the hoarseness in the voice getting his full attention. "Of course I trust you." Was the immediate answer before his mate even had the chance to continue.

When he did continue, Derek thought about it. Being tied up had been a constant in his life, but it hadn't been part of anything pleasurable though. Usually it involved torture and interrogation. But there were no negative feelings attached to the suggestion, nothing in his body which went on high alert and his erection didn't go down, if anything, it seemed to like the idea.

"I want to try that with you." Rope was safe, he could break it if he wanted to, it was a reminder to keep him tied up, not an actual barrier.

Standing up to plaster himself against the human, he squeezed his cheeks around the firm erection while angling his head awkwardly to kiss Stiles. He wanted to try a lot, because he discovered that he liked way more than he thought he would. The age play bordering on daddy play took Derek by surprise, as did the spanking. Stiles loved it when Derek fully dominated him and marked him up, adding pain as part of the pleasure; loved it when blood was involved. This between them was their safe space where everything was open for discussion. Derek only had a few hard NOs, like electricity and fire play, and a few words he didn't want to hear. The rest was up to try to see if they liked it or not.

Hearing that Derek trusted him made Stiles smile against the warm skin. Derek's permission to try the ropes only made that smile wider and prouder. He was proud of his mate, yes. Because Derek felt comfortable and safe enough with him to keep experimenting and exploring his own sexuality. Which Stiles liked to let blossom in its own pace – not minding that he sometimes had to guide and push a bit to make that happen. He understood that his mate needed such small nudges and pushes, or more like encouragements. They weren't pushing on limits though. No, they were far from that yet. This was still the discovering stage in this aspect of their relationship but neither of them was in a hurry. Rushing into things usually never ended well in these situations either. And Stiles made sure that he'd always be patient with the less experienced man.

"Goddammit, Derek... You play dirty too," he chuckled softly against the hungry lips, long fingers reaching around the now standing wolf to caress the warm chest and stomach, the trapped cock lightly rubbing between the firm cheeks. Sliding a hand up onto Derek's throat to keep his head turned back like that, Stiles pushed his tongue past the moist lips to give him a passionate and deep kiss, his free hand going down to slowly caress Derek's sensitive lower-tummy.

"Get on all fours on the bed. Legs spread, cheek and chest against the cover. If you want, you can put a pillow under your head. Then wait for my other instructions," he said against the well-kissed lips, slightly glowing amber eyes looking deeply into the green ones. The change in color a clear indication that Stiles was very much turned on from this too.

And with that he released Derek and stepped away from him to walk to his duffel bag he didn't have the chance to unpack yet.

The muscles in Derek’s lower stomach twitched at the caresses, making his cheeks clench more but it didn't deter Stiles from his plans, despite how good it felt. Derek sighed when his mate moved away because it had felt good and then it was all gone again. It was going to feel even better soon. Crawling onto the bed, there was that moment of attempting to get comfortable in the position which was asked of him. He was presenting himself, ass high in the air, legs spread, shoulders and some of his chest resting on the mattress.

"I was hoping the need for the ropes would come up soon so I'd made some shopping a couple of days back. So... surprise!" Stiles chuckled low, walking back to the bed with some rolled up red silk rope and a new bottle of lube. He made sure Derek could take a look of both before he dropped the bottle on the bed and began loosening the ropes.

Turning his head sideways, the werewolf looked at what Stiles was getting out of the bag, pleased with the red rope because that was something he had said he wanted to try on Stiles too, tying him up in red rope with intricate knots making it stand out against the pale skin. Of course the other had remembered that and had taken the initiative to buy it, like he had gotten them plugs and a cock ring as the very diligent lover that he was. New lube too, good, they were going through the stuff rapidly lately.

"I love the rope. You remembered." And they had also talked about safe words and what worked for them. If one of them would be unsure, they would say the color and the safe words, which were an instant stop no matter what. Stiles had said it was a safe and consensual way since they were going to experiment more, and to Derek the idea of having a word that would stop everything meant a lot. Though they usually were able to read their moods well enough to know when one of them wasn't having fun anymore.

"Of course I remembered! And happy to hear that you love it. I hope you will even more once they are used on you," Stiles stepped out of his role for a moment to give Derek a sweet smile and even leaned down to steal a soft kiss. "Just try to relax and enjoy. And remember, I stop any time you say 'red'. Don't feel bad if you have to use it. I'll understand and we can talk about it later," he reassured his lover, rubbing a hand along his back as he pressed another kiss against a muscular shoulder.

"Now..." he said after a deep breath and a few seconds of silence, getting back into his role "be a good boy and put your hands behind your back, crossing them over the wrists," he murmured and moved behind Derek, waiting patiently for the wolf to do that.

Stiles didn't show it, but this was turning him on so damn much already that he had to focus on keeping himself and the magic in check. He wanted to tie up and devour his mate right now, but easing themselves into this was important and he knew that.

Once the arms were crossed as asked, he measured out some of the long rope and began tying the wrists together, weaving and knotting it up on the muscular arms. A human would never be able to get free from such restrains but Derek was far from that. Stiles knew that if needed, his mate could tear the ropes off in a few seconds, but this was a good start.

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Right, that was the whole problem with Derek using safe words. He wouldn't know how bad it was to him until it was already too late. Or he would push himself beyond the first few signs of discomfort for him because he wanted to please his mate. That was why it was about mutual trust. Stiles needed him to use a safe word to keep it fun for both of them and for him not to put Stiles with all the others who had used him, who had never ever bothered to listen to his no and took what they wanted anyways. It was the one reason why the Hale was going to cherish the trust placed in him and be honest when needed. Stiles didn't deserve to be put in that category. Derek was eager though, to explore this, to hopefully one day do scenes and get to that place where he could be out of his head and in his body more.

Not to mention that all of this… it gave him a thrill. They were delving into sexual exploration and Stiles was so eager and horny for it, his scent and energy sparkling around him. The voice he used for being dom was different too, made Derek eager to show throat and give in. Swallowing thickly, because he was so hard and ready, he put his arms behind his back, crossing at the wrists, flexing the muscles to make them bulge more. His mate was a bundle of magic and energy behind him, breathing heavily as the rope was applied, tight but not cutting off kind of tight, just enough to feel the restraint. The ropes were simple, no match for werewolf strength but for now that was a good start. If they liked this, then yes, he would want to use something he couldn't get out of.

"Maybe if we like this, I can spell the ropes for the real deal," he chuckled softly as he stroked along the forearms, hips and ass, resting then kneading them slowly as the druid exhaled shakily, drinking in the sight. "You are so fucking breathtakingly beautiful that I could shoot my load all over your ass right now. Hm... maybe I should... Then fuck it back into you... Suck or jerk you for a while and use the magic to make myself hard again before I fuck you into the mattress..." he nearly singsonged.

God, Stiles' words were making a rush of heat run through him and he moaned, pushing his hips into the mattress for some friction because he wanted all of that. Anything more than those hands kneading his flesh like he was made out of dough. "My ass," he demanded, realizing his role too late. "Please, come on my ass. All over it." Derek loved that kind of possessiveness, wanted his flesh to be painted by cum.

Stiles chuckled low from the demand, loving the idea just as much as he felt Derek did. They had a big advantage with their bonds while playing these sexual games. Both of them would immediately know if the other didn't like something since the bonds were open and they were tuned on each other too much not to. Which was another way to stay safe and consensual. And Stiles loved that. Yes, he had played like this in the past when he was away for his studies and was exploring his sexuality. What he liked and what he didn't. He had a few male partners with whom he ventured into such territories – both in the dominant and submissive roles. And he had realized early on that he loved both settings. Knowing that his mate for life felt comfortable and ready to explore like this too only added to the experience for Stiles.

Rubbing an ass cheek for a second or two, he lightly slapped it to give it a little color and to see the glistening hole contract. It made him groan low. "I knew you'd like that. And since you asked so nicely, I'll give it to you with pleasure," he whispered, hoarse from being turned on so damn much. He spit in his palm then wrapped it around his own aching flesh, the other hand keeping the cheeks spread. Derek had a gorgeous ass. Round and firm globes from all the working out. Stiles has been fascinated with it for years. He loved them in jeans, in sweatpants, in underwear but the most when it was naked and presented for him like this.

His breathing became faster and shallower, half-lidded eyes zeroed in on said body part as he was jerking himself with the usual wet fapping sounds, a few pleasure-filled moans escaping him as the oozing tip kept bumping against the contracting hole, smearing the pre-cum there.

"Get ready, big guy... because I'm about to... cover it good with my spunk... And you cannot come yet!" the druid warned, eyes glowing, the magic swirling around him but yet contained, balls drawing up and wet cock throbbing in his hand. That pressure at the base of his spine was getting unbearable fast. He was at the edge in no time and then a loud yell and pure pleasure wrecked him, urging him to close his eyes, but he didn't.

Instead he kept jerking himself with a tighter grip, watching as ribbon after ribbon of his thick cum landed on that gorgeous ass, marking Derek as HIS. Stiles grinned while panting when one squirt covered the hole, some of the sticky substance clinging to the back of a thigh and some slowly sliding down onto the back of Derek's balls. The ass cheeks got it good and Stiles even wiped the back of his hand against one because some landed there too as he was keeping the cheeks open.

"Beautiful! Wish... you could see it... Maybe next time I take a photo for you. As a reminder that you're all mine..." he panted, slowly rubbing the tip of his spent cock against the covered hole then smearing it across a wet cheek – making it even wetter.

Then he leaned forward and lapped up some of his cum from the slightly loosened hole just to push it in with his tongue.

It wasn't surprising to Derek when he had heard Stiles was the one who had all the experience now, far more than the Hale had when it came to sex. Stiles has always been curious in everything, questioned his own sexuality and after Malia came others. Experimenting was a healthy expression, especially in college. However he himself had never been interested in exploring anything sexually, not even with Braeden where sex had been good and safe. But they had always been on the move and what they had were quick ways to deal with all the adrenaline in their bodies. And now? Now he's finding out so much and he realized he had been missing out on a lot, or maybe everything with Stiles was just this good.

Like listening to Stiles rubbing himself off behind him, the sounds of flesh meeting flesh, the breathy little moans, the way he knew those eager eyes were focused on him. Especially on his ass where he was kept open with one hand, kept wanting and intimately presenting. His own breathing hitched each time the erection bumped against him – he wanted it inside of him but he also wanted to feel the cum on his skin. It was wrecking him to hear and feel Stiles coming and not being allowed to do anything to himself. His arms strained against the ropes as his hips shimmied to meet air. He was so hard and aching.

The wet cum on his skin felt so good and the room was reeking like sex now and his skin was coated in it to make him his mate's. His hole was winking, wanting some of the action so when the tongue pushed against the rim, it easily let it in. It made Derek moan, it wasn't enough, he wanted more inside of him but it was a good start.

"Take a picture when it's leaking your cum," he panted, sweat started to coat his skin at the way the pleasure was building up without the release.

Stiles felt pleased feeling Derek's body letting him in so hungrily. He was in the middle of swirling his tongue when he heard that suggestion and he had to pull out to chuckle and lightly smack Derek's ass again.

"That's my dirty little wolf! I love that idea a lot," he announced. "Stay like this and wait patiently while I get my phone because later I won't be able to." With that the human crawled off the bed and left the room. It was also to give them both a little time to collect themselves and Stiles to control his magic.

It took him only like two minutes to snatch his phone from the kitchen table where he had left it last and get back to Derek. Faced by that gorgeous sight still took his breath away. Derek so exposed, so willing, so... needing!

"You've been such a good boy for me, Derek. Because of that I'll now finally prepare you for my cock with eating you out. But still no coming until I say so. Understood?" he asked as he knelt behind his mate again and in the end took a picture of the messed up ass and balls for later before tossing his phone on the bed, slender hands resting on the cheeks again, thumbs pulling them apart to dribble some spit over the opening, one thumb rubbing it against the wrinkled flesh then pushing the tip in while waiting for Derek's reply.

Derek did try to watch Stiles leave to get his phone but in the way he was positioned, he mostly saw the walls, not that he was one to stick to the rules, normally. This was a different kind of situation so he had stayed right where he was, feeling the cum drying on his skin where his mate hadn't licked it all off him yet. Good, he didn't want it all gone, he wanted it to soak into his skin so he would smell like Stiles and all those with a sensitive nose would smell the spunk.

Green eyes trailed Stiles when he had returned, hearing his steps get closer and the familiar sound of the camera being used. If somebody would ever be stupid enough to use Stiles' phone without asking or stealing it, they'd be in for an unpleasant surprise with that. Derek didn't even care, he was too busy attempting to throw his mate heated looks because blue balls was starting to become a real problem here if this was going to take much longer. Or so it felt, so hard it was aching. "Yes." He gritted out through his teeth, disappointment all over his face because he so badly wanted to come. So badly.

A groan was uttered right after that when the tip of a thumb was pressed inside of him. It wasn't enough, it was thicker than a finger and that was good but it only kept his rim open like this. And it wasn't going deeper. "Yes! I'll be good, I won't come, just give me more, Stiles... fuck."

He didn't swear, not often but god he was so desperate for something right now. "Stiles..." A whine now. He wasn't begging, but he was so close to it.

The answer to that was another low – nearly evil – chuckle as the thumb pressed deeper then pulled out just to go right back in. He knew he was teasing his mate bordering on cruel, but he loved this. Loved to make Derek work for it. To need it so badly that he'd lose some of his control. To make him tremble and shake for it. And that's exactly what Stiles was going to do. It also gave time for his body to gear up, to harden again both from his mate's reactions and the magic that began slowly flooding his groin, knowing what it had to do.

That coaxed a low moan from Stiles and he leaned down to lick across the mess on the back of the heavy balls and his tongue didn't stop there, it slipped up to the hungry hole. He had a reward to deliver, after all. And with that he smacked a kiss against the tasty hole.

"So needy..." he grunted and finally pushed his tongue as deep as it could go, making sure to swirl it, to press against the walls, to taste Derek's musky essence as much as possible. His fingers put pressure on the skin, pulling on it a bit firmer to help it open up more. "You taste so good... Can't get enough of you," his hot breath puffed against the hole then he dived right back in, closing his eyes in concentration to wet and stretch and lick and kiss like there was no tomorrow.

That chuckle didn't promise anything good, it promised way more teasing as Stiles was going to take his time for a change when it was usually the other way around. The thumb barely pressed in deeper and it didn't stay long, dipped in and out a few times, his entrance attempting to clench around it to keep it inside longer. Without succeeding. Derek wriggled his ass to attempt more enticement, have a few fingers inside of him at least!

It got him a tongue instead, pushed all the way inside to lick as deeply as it could possibly go, fingers pulling him open painfully without breaching. Skin pulled tight, wet sounds and the little hums of pleasure accompanying the wet feeling the muscle left him, drenching the hole in spit again. He loved doing that, so he couldn't fault Stiles for getting into it either, get lost in the scents and tastes and sounds. But now he was on the receiving end himself and that changed things considerably. It felt so good, and he didn't want it to stop but it still wasn't enough. With a breathless moan Derek shifted a little, pushing his ass back in needy little motions.

Stiles smiled from that sound and the gorgeous ass literally rocking against his mouth in an attempt to fuck it on his tongue. But said body part couldn't go as deep as he felt Derek wanted. Pulling it out, Stiles wiped his chin clean and slapped Derek's ass in a warning manner.

"Behave, little wolf. Ask for it nicely if you want something. Don't try to trick me with using your body for it. I want to hear words if you want something. Do you want something for me to do?" he raised a brow as he knelt up, admiring the reddening skin on the slapped flesh.

Glimpsing down, he saw himself more than half-mast by then. Good. It meant that by the time he was done playing with that fine ass, he was going to be rock-hard again. With that in mind, he reached for the lube on the bed and squirted some on his fingers, warming it and waiting without touching Derek – at all.

Yes, he could be a demanding and creative dom, but that was one of the tasks this role entailed. Pushing on limits (in a safe way), to unravel deeply buried desires, to help their partner open up, learn new things about themselves, to make them feel whole, safe, respected and loved. And even if this might come off as torture for Derek, this was his real goal here.

Shit. Derek knew he was going to have to ask for it because now Stiles wasn't doing anything at all besides staring at him, waiting for the werewolf to verbally say what he wanted instead of trying to get it with his body. It had been a good trick, apparently it had worked too well and Stiles had noticed what he’s been trying to do. And the slap on his ass really didn't do anything for him as punishment, if anything, his body got only way more into it and wanted more, so much more. For a long moment, he remained silent, but his wants and needs won out over trying Stiles' patience.

"Can you use your fingers inside of me? I want that," Derek mumbled into the pillow, his face heated for asking it even though he knew there was nothing to be embarrassed about. "I need more than your tongue. I want to feel you deep inside of me, stretching me." It was his way to ask nicely, having no idea how a submissive was to ask a dom. Not demanding it, obviously, so he had made it a question. And Stiles could ignore it, he could decide he didn't want to and keep using his tongue until his face hurt from the rimming.

"Finger me open, please."

"Now... This is much better, Derek. It wasn't that hard, was it?" Stiles praised his mate, stroking along the reddened flesh then moved his slicked up fingers against the somewhat loosened hole to smear some of the lube on it then he teased the entrance with his middle-finger's tip. Diving in to the first knuckle just to pull out then push in a bit deeper. Always going a bit deeper until it was fully buried in the tight heat. The edge of his vision blurred, as if getting tunnel vision from the way he focused on that amazing sight and feeling. Imagining how his dick will feel surrounded by that hot ass. God, he wanted that but... patience...

Instead he lined up his index-finger too and began working it inside, rubbing, scissoring, stretching – slowly but effectively. The sounds Derek was making told him that it was working wonderfully for him too.

Not that hard?! Derek made an incredulous noise at that, because he was so hard it was painful but sure, they'd go with not so hard. It was all the protesting he did, when he finally got what he wanted, what he had asked for with flushing cheeks. By the time that one finger was in completely, he had to fight against rocking his hips again to create friction, not wanting it to stop. Instead he panted, his breathing rapid from being brought to the edge so often and not getting enough to be pushed over it. Not allowed to go that far. The wolf wanted to do good for his mate so he worked eagerly on staving off that roll of intense pleasure.

Two fingers were in now, creating some more burn, nothing compared to a cock but it was so much better than the pressure of a tongue. His body accepted the fingers easily, opening up with the fingering, as if it was begging for more too even though that was something Derek had no control over at all.

"Just look at that... Such a hungry little hole... Swallowing my fingers so nicely and so fast... I love it. Do you love it?" he asked Derek, moving his two fingers a bit faster for a few moments before lining up a third, rubbing and teasing the rim, his own breathing becoming harsher too.

Derek moaned, those words making it tough to remember how his mouth worked. Maybe his brain was melting a little at this point, it was getting sex dumb. There was a third finger now, he could feel it at his rim. "Yes, good. More," the Hale agreed. His hole wasn't the only thing hungry here. His hands flexed a few times as he forgot that he couldn't use them to touch himself, forgot they were bound on his back.

The evil human chuckled low on that but kept up with the fingering before slowing down a bit so he could start working the third in too. Of course, he noticed the flexing of the muscular arms, each vein protruding from that and not because the restraints were too tight. Stiles made sure that they didn't cut off any circulation. He ran his free hand down on them in a soothing manner.

"You'll get more, don't you worry. I've got you," he purred on a reassuring tone and moaned softly the second the third finger was accepted too. "I'll make your hole gape at me in no time, Derek. So just enjoy the ride," he added, curling his fingers to lightly brush against that particularly sensitive spot in Derek. He knew very well where it was and how to tease it enough to bring Derek to the edge then pull back over and over again. Keeping him right there but never giving him the last push. Not that he was allowed to come without his permission.

God, he loved driving his mate crazy like this. It was a power rush for him too. To see Derek getting so lost in pleasure, falling apart so beautifully under him. Tied up. At his mercy. Burning for more. God, so much more! It was clouding Stiles' mind with lust too, that carnal need throbbing through the bonds, stirring his magic and making him rock-hard too. But not yet.

More lube. A fourth finger. Hoarse panting. Feather-light pressure on the prostate.

Derek wasn’t worried about getting more, it was more the question of when he was getting more. It felt like he has been tied up and achingly hard for a long time. It wasn't, he knew that deep down but when his world was zeroed in on lying there in the same position and all he could do was take it, time had a completely different meaning. The fingers pushed past the tight ring of muscles with ease despite the snug fit it created. All the lube and fingering had left him open and easily accepting, though he clenched tight when his prostate was found. God, yes. Muscles strained in his whole body at the massage, skin sweat-slicked.

Pleasure was a tight coil in the pit of his stomach, he had lost track of how many fingers Stiles was up to now – it felt full, so more than three. The idea of his hole stuffed so full made it strain around the fingers and yet it clenched to pull in more, coaxing a moan from him. Stiles' arousal was heavy in the air, he was panting almost as loudly as the werewolf as they were both being pushed to their limits and beyond it.

Just a little more and Derek'd come. Some more pressure on his prostate would do it, not that it came. His mate sensed he was close so he stopped massaging the prostate, pulling him back from the edge. A strangled whine left him. It felt so good to be so full.

Air was becoming thin for Stiles too as he was working Derek mercilessly, listening to the wet sounds and the desperation in his mate's voice. Fuck, it made his cock throb painfully. He could sense that hunger, that urging and burning need as his own. The way Derek wanted him so badly was... beautiful and nearly too much.

Pulling his fingers out, Stiles exposed the gaping, wet hole with his hands. "Fucking hot!" he groaned, wanting to be in it so badly and knew that Derek shared that feeling. He could feel the strong disapproval from suddenly being so empty too.

And that's when Stiles lost it himself and he was fumbling for the lube to slick himself up. Each touch on his aching cock a torture, nearly painful. But he had to give in to the tugging on the bonds. He had to become one with his mate again. He had to let the magic roam, to balance them, to feel Derek's pleasure, his love, his need...

No, no, no. Derek had behaved so he didn't understand why the fingers were pulled out of him and left him empty and gaping. Derek had been so close, so ready and yet it was not happening. He was going to get more, he told himself. This was to get to the last step in their session, to have Stiles inside of him in all the ways possible. Magic and cock. There was the sound of the lube opened so he hoped he was right.

There was no more teasing words or actions. Stiles' own patience ran out and he knelt behind Derek, rubbing his wet tip against the hole until it caught on the rim and then he was pushing in all the way into the hot loosened channel. Up, up until he bottomed out, his whole body shaking and trembling into the intense tight heat and he cried out loudly, eyes rolling shut as he froze into that moment.

Breathing hitched when the hot hard tip of an erection was pushed inside of Derek, deeper and up inside him in one smooth glide of lube and thick flesh as his walls accepted it. It went deeper inside of him than the fingers could, though the thickness was about the same. The burn of being filled like that left him gasping. He felt Stiles' fingers on his hips, digging into his skin to grip him tight enough to leave bruises which would heal before they could fully bloom.

The cry of his mate made him moan in answer, clenching tightly around him before he relaxed to welcome the thick shaft inside with slick and warmth. The curve of his ass fitted perfectly against Stiles as he leaned over him and wasn't moving. A low growl hopefully would get Stiles to do exactly that.

The Spark’s blood felt like boiling with the fire swirling inside of him. The tight hotness around him nearly too much, Derek's need so overwhelming. His instincts were screaming at Stiles to give in to the urging of his mate and become one in their soul too, not just their bodies. And that growl worked perfectly.

Muscles bunched, tensed painfully with the strain as he pulled back then rammed inside. Knuckles turned white as his fingers and nails dug in deeper into his mate's flesh and he fucked inside again and again, mouth gaping from the intensity for a few silent powerful thrusts then his voice found its way out of Stiles and he roared, screamed his pleasure, his whole body shaking, dripping sweat, the sounds of wet flesh slapping together loud in his ears.

And then there was no turning back.

His body knew what to do, how to chase their pleasure and he leaned over Derek. One hand gripped the back of the wolf's neck, the other took hold of the rope that held the wrists together – both to keep his mate pinned to the bed while his hips were rolling relentlessly, his thrusts hard and fast and punishing and god so perfect that if his wildly beating heart was to give out in that moment, he'd die a happy man!

His blood and magic were singing in his golden veins, making his eyes and back tattoo glow brightly, the massive bed lightly creaking from the force he was taking his mate with.

It was like Derek's growl was the permission needed to unleash, because unleash Stiles did. He fucked into the warm werewolf as if he was possessed, rough and deep, clutching at his flesh to keep himself from slipping. And as if that wasn't enough to fuck Derek's thoughts away, he had to take it further. The way his neck was grabbed, holding him down, keeping him pinned mimicked exactly the way an alpha wolf would bite down on the beta's neck to mount her. It was a very dominant thing to do and Derek loved it, it made him curse and pant and whine. Especially with the way the rope was tightly held to use as leverage to fuck into him.

It pulled at his arms and shoulders each time the human bottomed out with another punishing thrust and he couldn't move, pushed over the mattress with shoves so deep it felt like Stiles was attempting to core his way to his stomach. The magic was a steady hum between them, buzzing in a sweltering heat like a wall between them, building up. It wanted to have its way with Derek as well, the wolf could sense it… the way it was almost eagerly caressing at their skin. He knew, without having the option to see it that Stiles' eyes were no doubt an ember glowing gold.

Sweat was dripping off him, and still Stiles wasn't telling him he could come. Stiles wasn't even touching him there. His mate was completely focused on drilling him, fucking him through the new bed if he had any say about it.

"Stiles, come on, let me come, please. Come on... yeah, deeper." The steady stream of words the Hale uttered was lost on him, he didn't even care what he said as long as he got what they both needed. The fucking was good, so incredibly good, deep and rough and exactly what they wanted.

"Fuck... Stiles."

Still no change, no order to come, no hand on his dick which was leaking pre-come in a steady mess now, coating his stomach and mattress because of the force of the thrusts. Hands balled into fists, Derek cursed even more, appealing to the magic instead by calling out to it with his mind. Give it to me, come to me. I’m here, I’m open, I’m willing. And he squeezed around the shaft when Stiles bottomed out, clenched tight like a vice.

"Holy... s-shit!!!" Stiles literally growled, an echo-y undertone in his voice as the magic was swelling, reacting to Derek's non-verbal begging which he could feel/hear echoing through his mind and the bonds, incomprehensible whispering of his magic following it, heating his skin up even more, the amber mist pouring out of him, surrounding them and the whole bed, swirling like a whirlwind... so ready to wash through them both.

"Yes! Yes! COME!" he panted as he slammed as deep as he could at the verge of his consciousness. "Come for us..." he whispered more to himself, eyes rolling back as he was desperately fucking through that hot tightness. His hand on the ropes moved on its own accord and the next moment the runes were pressed together, burning their arms.

For a split second Stiles nearly panicked because all that magic was about to leap at Derek and he wasn't sure... But that feeling was washed away as the amber flood washed over them both, zinging back and forth through the runes and the bonds, making them blindingly bright and pulse with power. Like a too hot shower which brought unimaginable pleasure and relief. And it made Stiles realize belated that he was already coming hard, bathing Derek's clenching hole with his hot seed. Claiming and marking him as theirs.

It was like melting in liquid fire and blinding pleasure, their united souls soaring so high Stiles could barely feel their trembling, sweaty bodies or where he started and Derek ended.

Finally! The permission to give into what Derek needed was followed by the rush of magic when the runes were lined up and the thick cock not letting the clamped tightness stop it from fucking into him. It was all too much, the feeling of the lava washing over Derek and the pummeling burn of the erection within. He came so hard that all he had to offer up was a chocked up noise from the back of his throat and Derek wasn't even aware that Stiles had come as well because he didn't even realize the human had stopped his hammering.

All the Hale felt was pleasure, too much pleasure and his connection to Stiles. Somewhere dimly in the back of his mind there was this reminder that they were still linked with their bodies, not that he was willing to release the other anytime soon. He loved them to be joined even after coming and right now neither one was aware of the way they were folded in on one another. Who even needed bodies when the souls were floating together like they were locked in paradise? It had completely mind-whammied them both this time and it was everywhere within Derek. The magic had made itself right at home, pushing and pulsing between the two of them evenly. At least it had known not to get to Derek all at once because that would have certainly knocked him out.

The golden essence of Stiles was wrapped around him possessively in their floating state so he caressed it soothingly, now that they had this chance to mind their souls so serenely and above body limitations. It felt natural, as if their souls belonged together, two halves of a whole. Two sides of one coin. Bonded. Belonging. Loving. Forever.

It was so... perfect. Everything in those moments felt so perfect and right and peaceful and satisfying. Stiles' whole being shivered when Derek caressed his essence not physically but mentally. It felt like caressing an open nerve-ending but instead of pain it brought joy and happiness and the feeling of being fully accepted for what he was. It was... beyond fulfilling and good. He could've wept from it but he was too far gone, floating light like a feather, his magic stretching out like a big lazy cat, surrounding and holding them safe.

He half-felt when the magic undid Derek's restraints, the rope falling off the muscular arms as if it came alive. Stiles blindly planted kisses onto his mate's sweaty back, his hand releasing the nape so he could nose it, scent it, kiss it, the weight of his body pressing Derek flat into the bed, spent cock still in him.

"I love you more than anything," he whispered hoarsely against the damp skin, everything that was Derek surrounding him, filling all his senses. He never wanted to come down from that high. He wanted this to last forever. Their perfectly synced souls and bodies, even their heartbeats while the magic was lazily flowing between them like soft waves, keeping the balance without any effort.

And it took a long while until they both fully regained consciousness, their minds still floating and a bit disoriented. Derek didn't have to say anything, Stiles could feel everything through their widely open, strong bonds which were pulsing with power. Healthy and strong.

He slid out of Derek only when his over-strained muscles began trembling, threatening to cramp up. He remembered his mate's wish, though and took a couple of pictures of the puffy and red hole leaking his cum out. It was a hot and deliciously decadent sight and Stiles couldn't stop himself from eating it all out with lazy tongue strokes, feeding the last of his cum to Derek through a dirty and deep kiss. No cleaning up this time. Partly because they were both too tired to move, and partly because Stiles knew Derek loved to be marked as his by the cum that was soaking nicely into the werewolf's skin.

They fell asleep with Stiles holding Derek close, his mate's hot breath ghosting across his chest, the magic covering them like a warm blanket.

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