#evil derek

Stiles let his breath fall from his lungs as his shoulders dropped. His eyes fluttered shut as he slid his arms up Derek’s chest and looped them around the man’s neck, balling the soft worn leather of Derek’s jacket into his fist and clinging to it.

Derek let go of Stiles’ jacket, cupping the young man’s face with one hand and dropping his other hand to Stiles’ waist. He pulled the young man close, enveloping him in his warmth.

He ran his tongue across Stiles’ bottom lip and moaned as he obediently opened his mouth to welcome Derek’s tongue.

Stiles sighed in return, weaving his fingers into Derek’s hair, pulling soft tufts into his fist as the other hand running down the man’s shoulder, bicep and back. He wanted to feel every inch of skin.

His lungs burnt so much he wanted to cry but he desperately didn’t want to let go. He fell weakly into Derek’s arms.

Derek drew back, licking his lips and grinning at Stiles’ euphoric expression.

Stiles tilted his chin, chasing his Derek’s lips. He felt Derek chuckle against his mouth as he brought them back together again. He kissed him lightly, drawing away quickly as he craned his neck and placed a trail of kisses across the boy’s cheek, jaw, chin, and neck. He stayed there, gently sucking and nipping at Stiles’ pale skin and moles; brushing his teeth against them just hard enough to make the boy moan and his but not hard enough to leave a mark. He pressed soft kisses against the patches of skin which were marred by the soft impressions of his teeth. His hands slid beneath Stiles’ hoodie, running up the curve of his spine and urging the boy arch to his touch.

Stiles trailed his fingers down to the waistline of Derek’s jeans.

Derek pulled back from the kiss, his hot breath rolling across Stiles’ lips.

“You are so dead,” Derek sneered.

Stiles’ mischievous smirk grew wider. “Then I guess I’d better have some fun now.”