#foxstiles

In moving Stiles around, Derek somehow found himself cradled between stiles legs, where Stiles dick poked at him, already hard. He stopped moving before Stiles was even aware of what was happening. And as he tried to calm down, the room started to fill with the most enticing scent of arousal and innocence and desire… and eagerness.

He looked down at the boy, as Stiles started to steady, laughter dying on his lips while he returned Derek’s stare. His heartbeat was running a hundred miles an hour but he didn’t look away. He didn’t try to move.

Caught, trapped between Stiles’ brittle legs, Derek suddenly realized how much trouble he could get in with the Sheriff, if he spent another second, drowning in the scent of his mate, aroused, untouched and completely at his mercy.

Pulling Stiles’ legs from around his waist, Derek got to his feet and ran from the room, knowing that it would take days, weeks… forever, before he could forget the scent.

But even then, as he ran from the room, uncomfortable and aware that he was denying his body what he needed, Derek didn’t know that a much worse experience awaited him in Stiles room.

He had no idea, that he would open the door to Stiles’ room on Stiles’ sixteenth birth and see his mate staring at the world’s largest dildo with a very determined look on his face.

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“Derek?” Stiles called as Derek stepped back out and shut the door. “It’s not what you think.” Stiles said as he swung the door open and ran after Derek, dragging him back to look at him. “It’s not what you think.”

“You’re a grown up, Stiles. You can do what you want.”

“I’m not doing anything.” Stiles laughed. “It was a gift. It was a joke. Erica-”

“I’m going to kill her.” Derek vowed through clenched teeth.

“No.” Stiles scolded. “What? No. She was being silly. She wrote a note and told me she could get a-”

“I don’t want to hear anymore.” Derek covered his ears with both hands but Stiles pulled his hands down, laughing. “Fine, I won’t talk about it.”

They stood there, looking at each other, Derek with a horrified look on his face and Stiles, looking like he was seconds away from another bout of laughter.

“Just for the record.” Stiles stated. “I’m not going to let silicon take my virginity.” He raised his hands. “Just putting that out there.”

Derek shook his head.

“You don’t have to do that-”

“We made a promise to each other, Der.” Stiles said, wrapping his hands around Derek.

“The promise was about other people not-”

“Toys?” Stiles asked.

“Exactly.”

“Well, I’m extending it to toys.” He said, smiling cheekily. But then he faltered. “Unless you’ve been using-”

Derek’s eyes widened.

“I haven’t been using anything.”

Stiles’ smile dipped slyly.

“Well then it’s about time you use something.”

He tugged on Derek, leading him back to his room as Derek held his ground.

“Mm mmm.” Derek disagreed.

“Oh come on!” Stiles whined. “I’m sixteen. It’s my birthday.”

“The deal was till you’re eighteen.”

“I’m already legal so what’s it matter?”

“Your father said eighteen.”

“Well,” Stiles said, draping himself on the door frame. “He doesn’t have to know, then.” He winked at Derek and slipped into the room. “Aren’t you coming?” Stiles called from within as his shirt flew out and landed on the ground. Derek rolled his eyes. “I’ll start without you.” He teased as his jeans joined his shirt in a heap. “Alpha?”

Derek resolve broke as he peeped into the room.

Stiles was standing by his bed with nothing but a pair of boxers on as he watched the alpha.

“I get it.” He said. “You don’t want to defy my father. But I’m guessing we can come to a compromise.”

“Like what?”

Stiles pulled his boxers down as Derek fought not to track his gaze all the way down Stiles lithe body and pale, dotted skin. But just as he was about to ask, Stiles shifted and suddenly, Derek was staring at a fox. He walked forward, pacing around and between Derek’s legs, letting his tail rub and flick on Derek, then he stopped and looked up at the alpha and Derek finally understood.

Stiles was going to get Derek killed. He just knew it.

But if Derek could at least have this for the next two years, he was definitely going to take it.

Read Part One

“You’re not going anywhere.”

“You can’t tell me what to do.” Stiles said, pulling his red hood over his eyes and looking as determined as he’d looked the last few times he’d tried to sneak away... as if Derek couldn’t see him.

“I’m your alpha.”

“You’re a wolf.”

“I’m your mate.”

“Not until I come of age.”

Derek couldn’t hide the shock that spread throughout his body. Playing the mate card had always worked with the tiny fox because Stiles wasn’t old enough to know what it meant... what it entailed. But it always seemed to work every time Derek was trying to get him to obey and the alpha bit wasn’t working. He could not believe someone had explained it to Stiles. 

“Erica!” Derek hissed.

“Stop hissing. I’m going to tell my daddy you hissed, Dewek.”

Derek stared down at the tiny ball of orange fur that was horribly hidden in the red hoody and frowned.

“You’re still not going anywhere.”