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“Good morning,” rumbled a deep voice in his ear, a warm body pressed against his back.
“Morning,” Stiles replied, his own voice scratchy and dry.
Waking up with Derek wrapped around him was no longer a new occurrence in Stiles' life. Lately the fact that they’d both been very naked had stopped being a new thing too.
But this? This was new. This today marked a first. And Stiles enjoyed things happening for the first time.
Like the first time they’d kissed, panicked and desperate stuck at the bottom of a well. Or the first time they had properly made out, after avoiding each other for a week after the well incident and then yelling at each other. The first time they had had sex, awkward and clumsy. The first time he’d said ‘I love you’, shaking and tear-filled when he thought there was no way to get out of the underground cell he’d been trapped in.
Today was a nice first time though. No panic, no threats, nothing had forced their hands. In fact, it had been planned long ahead. There had been a lot of ‘Are you sure?’s and maybe a bit of begging on his part. Okay, a lot of begging on his part. But really, Derek had been just as desperate to do it, if not more so. He just liked to pretend to be the responsible one in this relationship.
“Oh, you’re still...” he trailed off, breath catching as he softly rocked his hips back into Derek. Derek was still inside him, still hard, still held in place inside Stiles’ body.
“Yeah,” Derek said, his voice rough. He carefully moved his hips, holding Stiles in place.
Stiles moaned helplessly as Derek pressed right against his prostate, he arched his back trying to get him to move fast.
“Is this okay?” Derek whispered, pressing a series of small kisses down Stiles’ neck.
“Don’t stop. Fuck. Derek. Don’t stop,” he babbled incoherently. Stiles hoped Derek knew to translate that because there was no way he was capable of anything other than helpless begging at the moment. He was so full, had been full since last night, since Derek knotted him, had stayed inside him all night.
He wasn’t going to last, not like this, not with his body barely awake and Derek being so fucking gentle and careful. Stiles tried to will his sleepy body to move, to wrap a hand around his cock. Derek got there first.
It took barely three strokes and a couple more thrusts from Derek before Stiles was coming, moaning and clutching at the bedding.
“Oh, I can feel that,” he murmured breathlessly as Derek came inside him.
“Hgn,” Derek said. Which Stiles helpfully translated to mean: Oh wow, let’s do that again!