h u m a n i t y

「He likes being so close, leaning into each and every soft touch with     quiet noises of contentment. He brushes his nose against Derek's, a     shy smile curling his lips as he dares to slide one hand up the back     of Derek's shirt, tangles their legs together. This is so strange, and he     desperately doesn't want to mess it up, but the endless patience and     affection in Derek's gaze is enough to reassure him for the moment.」 

[  He’s not anticipating legs bracketing his own,   the intensity of the    sensation in his chest and fingertips.    He wants to breathe Stiles    in;  his hands slide up Stiles’ thighs, hot and soothing, and settles    them on the boy’s hips while he nips lightly at  Stiles’  bottom  lip &    traces it with his tongue. Derek had wanted this — still does — but    he’d never thought it would feel so right.   As Stiles settles against    Derek’s  neck,    the light brush of his lips causing Derek to  emit a    soft shudder, he coils his arms around Stiles’  waist in something    of an embrace. God, he needed this. To want. To feel wanted.

「He's trying not to let his inexperience show, but the warmth    of the hands on his thighs, the light bites of his mouth, they    all prompt a lot of noises that Stiles will later pretend that he    never made. But in this moment, with Derek, he cannot find it    within himself to be ashamed. His eyes flutter shut as a sweet    kiss is pressed to his temple, and he curls up even closer.」 

[  Each kiss sends a trill  of  sparks  up Derek’s spine,   and to feel Stiles    reciprocating so enthusiastically only furthers  Derek’s  attraction — his    desire to continue.             He agrees;   they do deserve each other. After    everything they’ve been through,    both together  and  separately,    they    deserve something for themselves. Too much trauma has tainted their    lives.

[  The peck that Stiles gives to Derek is one that he immediately    cherishes;  there’s something about the light innocence of the    action that Derek can’t compare to anything  he’s  experienced    in the past.   Kate,  Jennifer — they were out for blood & lust, &    Stiles is hardly comparable in the best of ways.

「His bright laugh is muffled by the insistent press of warm     lips on his own, a soft noise sticking in his throat as Derek     curls large hands in his hair. Not that Stiles is at all skilled     in this area, but it feels so good his head is spinning. He's     sure that even if Derek is more Human than wolf, that he's     able to hear how his heart is thundering in his chest.」

[  He’ll never be over the feeling of  a  forehead  pressed  to his own,    a level  of  intimacy  almost  more  than the kiss they’d just shared.    His eyes fall to Stiles’ hands; surely they feel that despite the calm    demeanor Derek exudes, his heart is racing.   Exhaling softly,   he    draws a hand up to Stiles’ jaw, tilting it just so.  ]

「His eyes open as Derek cups his jaw, heart squeezing    with the sheer intimacy of the gesture. He closes the    gap briefly, lips pressing to Derek's in a small moment    of bravery, before he ducks his head once more. Really,    he's not sure what he feels for Derek. All he knows is it    makes him dizzy, makes his heart beat too fast and it's    fucking wonderful.」

The kiss is clumsy, teeth clacking and lips crashing together, but he doesn’t care, not at all. He would smile if he wasn’t so preoccupied, because it’s just so good, even if it’s rough and clumsy, it’s good, and Stiles doesn’t seem to be complaining yet so he must like it too, right? 

Stiles nods, but he's rather distracted by the sweet burn of a second finger being pushed inside of him. He gasps, arches against Scott in an attempt to get some kind of friction. He tilts his neck so that Scott can lick and mouth at his neck, each brush of his lips against his skin sending shivers down his spine. It's dangerous, doing this, they'd both be in trouble if a teacher came in, but he's relying on Scott's wolf ears to alert them if they need to make a quick exit. He's hoping that things will go their way, though. 

[  Briefly,   Derek’s concerned that he’d completely misread certain signals,    that Stiles isn’t going to reciprocate.   He braces himself for rejection until    he realizes he doesn’t have to — and  Stiles’  mouth  becomes pliant and    soft,   pressed firmly to Derek’s own.    He tilts his head,  creating a small    space between their lips, before reconnecting. He, too, is feeling the itch    to touch;   however,   despite initiating the contact,    Derek would prefer to    follow Stiles’ pace.

「Stiles rests his forehead against Derek's, eyes fluttering     shut as the other's warm breath ghosts over his mouth.     Hesitantly, he slides his hands up to rest onto Derek's     chest, spreading his fingers over where he can feel his     heartbeat. A half smile curls his mouth, but he cannot     lie ---- he's kinda nervous. Freaking terrified, honestly.     But he won't let go, he cannot let go, wants to feel more.     Maybe this is crazy ---- but everything they do falls into     that category most of the time.」

He knows he cannot stop now, wouldn’t dare, not for a second; he just doesn’t want to. He moans when Stiles sucks at his fingers, and when he’s sure of himself he tugs his hips forward, away from the desk, and slips a hand between his legs. It’s not like the first time, it’s not as slick and not quite as messy, and so when he pushes the first finger inside of him he watches, and he waits, knowing — or hoping — that Stiles will tell him if it hurts.

Stiles spreads his legs as far as he can with his jeans still on, lips parting as Scott licks his way  into his mouth in such a way that he cannot say no. He makes a small noise when one finger is pushed inside, but the shiver of pleasure from a kiss pressed to his mouth is enough to distract him from it. He knows, he knows that this will be amazing, and he kind of likes the roughness of it.

Stiles thinks he could easily get addicted to this. The drag of nails against his sensitive thighs elicits a loud moan, heart thundering in his chest. He is so hard it's almost painful, but he doesn't want Scott to stop what he is doing. His hips buck forward as the sweet sting of pain is joined by Scott pushing his fingers into his mouth. Stiles receives them greedily, dares to suck at them when Scott presses a hand against his cock. He knows that this will be possessive, rough, and he can barely stand another minute of waiting to feel it. He's sure that he wants Scott, that he loves him. He knows it down to his fucking soul.