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Stiles jumped on his chair and turned so he could type on his laptop when he hears his dad yell to him.
"Hey Stiles!"
Stiles turns on his computer chair while shouting back.
"Yo da--Derek?" he accidentally spills confused when he sees the brooding Alpha in his room.
Who is now signaling him to shut up and go to the door where his dad is. Stiles quickly jumps from his chair and scrambles to the door trying to seal the werewolf out of his father's sight.
"What'd you say?" the sheriff asks with a confused look on his face.
"Yo da-ad" Stiles tries to sound confidant but fails miserably.
After being all huggy huggy with his dad Stiles quickly shuts the door to his room.
When he gets the door shut he turns and is about to walk to his chair when Derek pushes him against the door.
Stikes lets out a surprised sound. And suddenly Derek's all up in his space pointing a finger in Stiles' face. That thick and surprisingly soft looking finger that makes Stiles' mind imagine all sorts of things.
"If you say one word.." Derek hisses at his face. That immediately snaps Stiles' mind back to him.
"Oh what,you mean, like:"Hey dad, Derek Hale's in my room.. Bring your gun"?" Stiles asks mockingly. They both stop for a second before Stiles continues.
"Yeah that's right. If I'm harboring your fugitive ass, it's my house, my rules, buddy." Stiles says while smacking Derek's shoulder.
Derek looks down at his shoulder and slowly nods his head before taking a step back and out of Stiles' space.
He then straightens Stiles' jacket while Stiles lets out a nervous laughter. Then Stiles does the same to Derek.
Just as he's about to walk to his computer chair Derek takes him by his collar yet again and presses him back against the door. Now he's pressed against the door with a body holding him in place. A body that belongs to Derek.
Stiles is about to yell for help when the finger he was admiring earlier is held to his mouth closing it firmly.
Derek's mesmerizing eyes are looking straight into Stiles'. Stiles can feel his heart hammering against his ribcage.
"Shhh.. Calm down.. I'm not going to hurt you.." Derek says calmly.
And slowly he removes his finger from Stiles' mouth, dragging it slowly downwards. Derek's eyes are concentrating on Stiles' lips.
Stiles keeps quiet while his heart still beats quickly due to the excitement and arousal he's feeling. Derek can smell him and it's making him want Stiles even more.
Derek slowly licks and bites his own lips. Slowly he lifts his gaze to meet Stiles' eyes.
His pupils are blown and dilated from the sexual tension. So are Derek's.
Ever so slowly Derek inches his face closer to Stiles'. He's keeping his eyes open while moving closer to the younger man in front of him. Stiles holds his gaze, unable and unwilling to close his eyes.
Just before their lips were to meet Derek wispers the three words Stiles has always wanted to hear from him.
"I want you"
Stiles whimpers and his legs give in. He'd fall on the floor if it wasn't for the strong body holding him against the door.
Derek laughs softly and fondly before closing the gap separating their lips.
The kiss is soft and mind blowing and insanly passionate.
Derek's now holding Stiles by his hips and is slowly grinding closer to get the friction he so desperately needs and wants.
The kiss quickly turns more demanding when Stiles moves his other hand to Derek's neck and the other to his raven black hair tugging it firmly.
Derek lets out a low growl and moves one of his hands to Stiles' ass and squeezing it roughly.
Stiles moans while trying to get Derek even more closer if possible.
Suddenly Stiles feels another hand on his ass and soon he's lifted and carried to his bed. Their kiss mever broke during this.
Derek basically throws himself and Stiles on the bed making it squeak.
Stiles feels Dereks erection press hard against his own.
The next thing he knows Derek lifts himself off of him while striping off his shirt to reveal those amazing abs of his.
Stiles just wants to lick them, so before Derek can do anything Stiles is touching and licking his stomach.
Derek growls and moans loudly.
Stiles goes up licking Derek's body and soon he's licking one of Derek's nipples. Whike doing this and distracting the werewolf Stiles unbuckles Derek's jeans and strokes his penis through his boxers making Derek moan even louder.
Soon after Derek takes control again. He takes Stiles' hands and pins them above his head while nippind and sucking on his neck leaving marks all over his neck.