ENOUGH IS ENOUGH

I need them making eyes at each other from across the room. Like "I wanna fucking ravage you" kinda eyes. Like "I'm going to make you come so hard you'll hear ringing from the gates of heaven" kinda eyes. 

And then one of them moves and the other does that sexy, hot as fuck knocking back shot of tequila. 

Then they fuckin, they fuckin prowl towards each other. They fucking prowl towards each other until they meet on the dance floor, eyes never leaving one another. Then they do some glorious, glorious grinding. We're talking hip gyration, we're talking that one scene in season two where Jackson was sandwiched between Isaac and Erica levels of improper, personal space invading, bordering on public indecency proximity. We are talking "they're basically fucking, having sex, making sweet sensual mother fuckin love on the dance floor" levels of indecent. 

And then one of them gets impatient, gets tired of the teasing and the audience and they push away only to grab the other by the belt loop, walking with a purpose towards their car. 

Maybe it's a sexy car, maybe it's the camaro or a fucking prius, who cares. What's important is my boys end up leaning against the door of that car and they end up having a very pleasurable, intoxicated make out session. 

And then Stiles gets the door. Derek pushes him inside. Stiles ends up on his back, and Derek gets on his lap. And then. AND THEN. Derek Sebastian Hale freaking rides that D like his life and the reputation of the entire Hale clan depended on it. 

He rides it like it's nobody's business. He sinks down, down, down on Stiles’ hard length torturously slow, savouring every glorious inch. When it’s all in and he’s satisfyingly full, he starts moving his hips in sweet, circular motions, teasing the both of them until they're both ready to scream. 

And the sounds Derek makes, the sounds he makes only makes Stiles go crazier. And then Derek starts bouncing. 

He starts honestly, sincerely riding the gift that god gave Stiles Stilinski, starts working for it. So hard until it finally hits him in just the right spot and his back is arching, and Stiles’ large, beautiful slender hands are catching him so he doesn't fall, and those hands do that thing where it holds Derek's waist like that waist was perfectly made to fit in the palm of Stiles' hands. 

And then Stiles is feeling up and down those abs, and he's leaning forward to lick at those nipples, and Derek makes more filthy noises. He makes them filthier and filthier and filthier, until he's screaming in the parking lot. And then he's arching his back harder, his whole body going tense, a bright white light exploding from behind his eyelids, Stiles spilling and spilling inside of him.

Stiles is holding on for dear life, pretty sure he's leaving deep marks on Derek's hips. And it's just good and dirty and awesome, but by no means was it enough. 

They make out again until Stiles' member is filling out again, and this time it's Stiles who throws Derek to the back of the car, works him with those long fingers even though Derek is way more than prepared. Then he's pushing Derek's legs up in the air, bending the man in half more than he ever thought he was capable of. And then, there's some more honest to god, sincere, passionate fucking. Like, that's what it is, it's fucking. It's a sickeningly sweet glorious fuck. A glorious fucking session.