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Stiles was dripping in sweat and on the verge of tears. He had spent years and years in repressed pining over Derek. After he finally accepted this is what it was: this unknown needling in the back of his mind. This constant undercurrent to all his thoughts and interactions with Derek. He treated this feeling like it was animosity for years. Long-suffering endurance. But it wasn’t. It was attraction. He had been attracted to Derek Hale for years, and now that he finally accepted this naked fact he spent these last months imagining being with Derek. Kissing Derek. Cuddling Derek. Having sex with Derek. God. He spent so much time imagining having sex with Derek. And now here he was, naked under Derek Hale, the two of them spent from their fifth time having sex together in this cursed room, and Stiles wanted to cry from exhaustion and the painful irony of the situation. He was getting exactly what he wanted. Parts of this afternoon could have been taken straight out of one of his fantasies, and yet…
“Stiles,” Derek said, lifting himself up so he could look at him better with concern in his eyes. “I’m sorry. I know you didn’t want this. I’m trying to be as efficient as possible. I’m so sorry.”
That was part of the problem. Derek was mechanically efficient. Each time they got on a new bed, Derek would enter Stiles with deft precision. He’d hammer Stiles’ prostate like he could see it with x-ray vision, and he would make Stiles cum incredibly fast. They were slowing down, of course. He lasted longer this fifth time than he did the first. But it was so much faster than Stiles wanted, and it was clear Derek was just trying to get them out. He didn’t want it like Stiles did.
“We can take a break for a while, if you want,” Derek said.
“If we wait too long we could starve in here,” Stiles sighed.
The witch who trapped them in this room made sure of it. The curse made it so they had to make each other cum “from their coupling” in the cursed bed. That would have been easy enough. Derek managed to make them both cum in just the two minute it took him to get himself fully inside Stiles the first time, but the witch filled the vast room with fake copies of the bed. Hundreds and hundreds of copies. And only the real original cursed bed would do.
Stiles was surprised that Derek took the whole thing in stride. After surveying the paradoxically expansive bed-filled room, he sighed, turned to Stiles and said, “well, we better get to it. Unless you have a better idea?”
Stiles had gaped at him. “Uh…no,” he managed to squeak out, secretly feeling elated at his fantasy coming true.
How misplaced his elation had been.
“Stiles, you look miserable,” Derek now said.
“I just didn’t—” Stiles started, flopping his head back on the pillow, staring up at the ceiling.
“Want to have sex with me?”
“Not like this!” Stiles shouted, unable to restrain himself.
“What do you mean not like this? You wanted to…otherwise?”
“Have you not seen how quickly you’re making me cum every time? I can’t even hold myself back, even though I know you’re not having sex with me for any reason other than obligation.” Stiles sighed, still avoiding Derek’s eyes. “I just didn’t want to have sex with you like this. Because you have to.”
Derek was quiet for a moment. “But you wanted this?”
“Not this!” Stiles said, waving his hand frantically at the sea of beds.
“Well, yeah. But, us?”
“You don’t have to rub it in,” Stiles grumbled, his voice cracking.
Derek gently brought his hand to Stiles’ cheek before leaning down and kissing him. Stiles felt a rush in his stomach, sharp and electric. The kiss was nothing like all the times Derek had just fucked him. It was slow and deliberate. Derek’s hands held Stiles like he was flighty and tender.
“I’m not rubbing it in,” Derek said when their lips finally parted. “I just— I’ve wanted you forever Stiles. Did you forget how fast I’ve cum every time?”
Stiles huffed a breathy laugh. “I— I just figured that was a werewolf thing.”
“That what’s a werewolf thing?”
“That you could like, control your erections and make yourself cum on command.”
“What? Why would you think that’s a werewolf thing?” Derek said, furling his brow.
“Dude. The rules are totally unclear.” Stiles propped himself up on his elbows. “You can take away pain, you can see people’s memories, and you can bring other people into those memories too. Like, why wouldn’t you be able to have a boner on command?”
“But, what would that be good for?”
“Literally this exact situation!” Stiles exclaimed, gesturing broadly at the bed-filled expanse around them. “The ‘I’m straight and have to have endless sex with my annoying and poorly-chosen anchor because of witch nonsense’ situation that we are currently in!”
“I don’t think I chose poorly,” Derek said. “And I’m not straight. Bi people exist, Stiles.”
“I know that! I mean about bi people. You know, me too,” Stiles said gesturing between the two of them. “I just didn’t know about you until just now.”
“Same,” Derek said, stroking his thumb along Stiles’ jawline.
“So then what was with fucking me so distantly? Like, obviously it felt amazing, but if you wanted me then why did you fuck me like you were changing the oil on a car or something?”
“What does that even mean?”
“I don’t know,” Stiles said, avoiding Derek’s eyes again. “You were all distant and weird.”
“Stiles, I was trying to respect boundaries I assumed you had.”
“Your cock was balls deep in me,” Stiles huffed. “Like, what boundaries are even left at that point?”
“Don’t be stupid, Stiles. I assumed that just because you insisted on being the bottom, it didn’t mean you were okay with me kissing you. I just thought you figured it would be easier if you didn’t have to control everything,” Derek shrugged. “If you could just lie back and let me do the work.”
“Are you calling me a pillow princess?” Stiles asked with a raised eyebrow.
“What does that mean?” Derek looked concerned.
“Ugh. Never mind,” Stiles said, and leaned up to Derek to kiss him again.
Stiles could feel Derek’s cock quickly starting to get hard and press against his hip.
“I’m sorry you thought I didn’t want this,” Derek said, forehead pressed against Stiles’. “I thought telling you or showing you would make this all worse for you.” Derek kissed Stiles deeply. “I’m going to show you exactly how badly I’ve wanted to do this.”
Derek stood up, cradled his arms under Stiles’ knees and shoulders, lifted him from the bed they last fucked in, and carried him to a bed with unrumpled sheets. He placed Stiles gently down, crawled on after him, lifted Stiles’ legs, and started eating out Stiles’ sore hole.
“Oh fuck,” Stiles whimpered grasping the edges of the bed.
Derek’s probing tongue made Stiles’ cheeks flush. He couldn’t believe that Derek had his mouth on him there. He couldn’t believe how good it felt to have this wet writhing muscle teasing and soothing his aching rim.
Between the manhandling and the rimjob, Stiles’ cock was leaking now. He reached down and threaded his fingers into Derek’s hair, unsure if he needed to pull him off or pull him in deeper. All he could do was grit his teeth and groan as Derek tongue fucked all sense out of him.
“Derek,” Stiles whined, “I love this, but we still need to cum like a hundred more times or something. You’re gonna scramble my brain. Fuck me again already. Just, kiss me too this time, okay?”
“I can do that,” Derek said, looking up at Stiles from between his legs, smirking. He licked his way from Stiles’ hole to his balls, taking each into his mouth. He traced his tongue along Stiles’ shaft and savored every drop of his precum. He peppered kisses up Stiles’ stomach and chest until he was nipping at his neck, and then he brought his lips to Stiles’ and kissed him deeply as he wrapped him in his arms.
“Ready?” Derek asked when their lips parted.
“Yes, please, Derek,” Stiles begged.
Derek gently entered him.
Even though this was now their sixth time fucking, this time felt new to Stiles. All the other times, Derek’s cock felt somehow sharper. This time, there was no edge to the way Derek’s throbbing erection filled him. It was overwhelming and huge and stretched him, but it felt good. And right. Golden.
Derek’s mouth was back on Stiles’, their tongues moving in time with his thrusting. Stiles moaned and scratched at Derek’s back as Derek’s thick length ground against his prostate. For the first time in a long time Stiles felt complete. This was what he had wanted: not just the sex, but the connection. Him and Derek, really together.
To Stiles’ surprise, he was already feeling the pressure building in his dick, and he came almost as fast as he had the first time. At the same time, Derek’s more slow and deliberate thrusts became more urgent and Stiles could feel Derek’s cock throbbing and twitching as he unloaded inside him.
“Sorry,” Derek panted, as they both came down from their orgasms.
“Why? That was amazing,” Stiles said, running his fingers through Derek’s hair, the tips of their noses touching.
“Yeah,” Derek said, nipping at Stiles’ lip, “it was.” He pulled back and looked at the unchanged room around them. “But this still wasn’t the right bed.”
“That’s okay,” Stiles shrugged.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,”Stiles smiled. “It’s way less daunting now. Having sex with you all day sounds amazing. I just needed you to want it too.”
“I did want it. I do want it.”
“I know that now. But before, it felt like this thing that I would only get to have this one time—”
“This one hundreds of times,” Derek chuckled.
“Yeah, but then after that it would be done. I’d have a taste of this thing—”
“Way more than a taste.”
“You know what I mean,” Stiles said, playfully hitting Derek’s shoulder. “And then I wouldn’t ever get it again. And I thought you didn’t want it. So it felt wrong. And then I was worried it would ruin things between us. Like things wouldn’t ever be the same after this.”
“They won’t,” Derek said seriously.
“They won’t?” Stiles raised an eyebrow.
“No,” Derek said, kissing Stiles’ neck. “You’re mine, now,” he breathed.
Stiles hummed contentedly. “Does that mean you’re mine too?”
“I have been for years, Stiles,” Derek said before kissing him again, deeply.
After a moment, Stiles pulled them apart. “Save some kisses for the other beds, big guy. We gotta get out of here so I can have you be mine in a non-witch-induced situation,” he smiled.