laography | when the moon found the sun / when the sun found the moon

[ Stiles would lock this stupid tent if he could. As it is, there was no way to keep people out, but Derek's very convincing eye flash seemed to do the trick--there were days Stiles wished he had that kind of control over people (so maybe they would actually listen to him when he was right), but between the two of them, they managed well enough. Either way tonight--and probably tomorrow--were considered no holds barred, interrupt and lose your fingers kind of days, and Stiles was beyond okay with that. He'd waited long enough. (And destroyed enough pairs of breeches.)

Hearing his voice come out of his mouth sounding a little wrecked makes something hot pool in his gut, and he pulls himself off achingly slowly, smacking his lips together and leaning on his thighs with his forearms, grinning a little lazily in response. He's pretty much aching to get a hand on himself after watching that whole display but he just raises his eyebrows in response, turning his head a little to smooch the mark he'd made earlier. Aside from the fact that his mouth is tingling, Stiles is pretty damn satisfied with his performance there, and he returns his gaze to look at Derek, biting his lip to try and get the sensation to stop for a minute. ] If the next words out of your mouth are "I'm going to lose it first" I might never let it go, ever.

[ The lack of privacy was probably about the only thing Derek disliked about how they lived, but most days he never really noticed it. Packs barely had privacy amongst one another as it was, but he wished in moments like these that they did. The locks in Riverrun were incredibly convenient for this reason, but at least everyone knows that they'll lose a limb or two if they come barging in this time. If he can just have an entire day (or two) with Stiles, just him and the heat that builds in the tent, he will be perfectly content.

A low, long groan that vibrates with a rumble at the back of his throat is drawn out of him as Stiles pulls off him, and he resits just dropping back to thump his head against the furs below them with the damn noise he makes coming off. He doesn't even need to look at him to know how much he looks like the cat that got into the cream, he's radiating the satisfaction so loudly. But he rolls his head up slowly, eyes dark but surrounded by a ring of bloody color still. ]

The next words out of my mouth-- [ well, growled out ] --are that yours is going to kill me.

[ And he reaches his hand from his arm to cup his cheek, thumb dragging across his full bottom lip. ]

[ His mouth draws up into a smile, and Stiles tilts his head into his hand, letting him cup his cheek and meeting his gaze with bright brown eyes. All things considered he's pretty damn satisfied (aside from the fact that his lower half is protesting pretty loudly at being ignored), and Stiles' eyes rove over his figure, from flushed cheeks, bright red eyes and messy hair to the rest of him, obviously taking in the view.

Yeah. This is awesome. ] What a way to go for a king of the north, am I right?

[ And just to be a little shit, his mouth opens to where his thumb traces and he draws it into his mouth, curling his tongue around the digit and letting go with a wet pop. ]

[ Hardly bothered by the way that Stiles' eyes scan over him, Derek takes the moment to catch his breath and hopefully bring his wits about him properly. It feels a little like his brains have been drawn straight out from his dick and it's sort of amazing to him that he can even be vaguely coherent right now. But he manages, as he huffs an almost breathless laugh at him. ]

Damn good way, I think. [ Except then Stiles brings his thumb into his mouth, and his brain draws to a sudden stop for a moment again. He groans, when he releases it, and then breathes out slowly as he leaves a wet line to the corner of his mouth.

If Stiles is enjoying his view, Derek sure as hell is, himself. Mouth and cheeks flushed, body stretched out in the vee of his legs, hair a mess from his fingers. He really looks forward to the upcoming future, for so many reasons. ] Hell, Stiles.

[ The grin on his face is nothing but self indulgent, even if his cheeks are wet and his mouth is swollen and Stiles tilts his head a little, propping himself up on his elbows. He could honestly probably do this all day if it wasn't for the very pressing problem currently presenting itself to his lower half, and he gives Derek an innocent look. ]

Sooooo. [ His eyes cast down again, directly, then back up at Derek's face, biting his lip. It's kind of awesome to watch things just--affect, Derek, because things don't. He is as stoic as stoic can be, and it makes Stiles want to work with it more, get that openness across his face again. It's why he lowers himself down again and presses his mouth to the crown again, keeping his eyes on Derek's with full intent. ]

[ The look on Stiles' face absolutely does not fool him, and Derek levels him with a stare that turns out to be largely ineffective due to the fierce affection underneath the very heady weight of want. And he's torn between just letting him go right back to what basically amounts to torture, and hauling him up by his neck to drag him into a kiss. Because that damned mouth is the worst thing that's ever happened to him, he's convinced of it.

Much of how this is effecting him has to do with Stiles himself. From day one, Stiles has just ignited something in him that grows and grows as the days go by. And so it's just easy, to roll his head to the side, tilting back the slightest bit. He inhales, slow and a little shaky, and gives a soft tug to his hair again because he definitely felt the full twitch pressed right against Stiles' swollen mouth. ] So.

[ The flat stare honestly just makes him a little more gleeful, and Stiles returns it by wiggling his eyebrows at him, still grinning around what's in his mouth like the cheshire cat. He even dutifully moves with the tug in his hair, and reaches up to rest his hands on the muscles of his inner thighs again, pushing them apart and follows the twitch to guide his way down again. Stiles is one of those people who likes to throw himself headfirst into a problem the minute he starts figuring it out, and considering Derek literally looks like he's either going to melt or pick Stiles up and throw him into the furs in about half a second, he's going to consider this figuring it out.

And instead of responding, he makes a "hmmm?" noise from where he's currently situated halfway down, completely realizing exactly what that does, because he's a little shit. ]

[ Still torn on whether he wants to go one way or the other, Derek drops one hand down to brace himself on his elbow again, the other staying fisted in his hair. But he doesn't pull again, even if he's mentally cursing as Stiles dips down after nudging his legs apart for more room. The cursing actually becomes verbal when he hums like an absolute shit at him, low and throaty and fairly creative for the wildling, and he figures he needs to actually do something.

Using only the muscles of his abdomen to lift himself up, thankful that he's not made out of goo, he curls over where Stiles is situated. It makes it a little easier to keep from rolling his hips upwards, and means that he can touch a whole hell of a lot more of him. He goes right for the fresh tattoo first, careful not to touch the tender areas but rather the space around it that'll be just-so tender. ]

[ Derek's touch is like wildfire as his lower half cheerfully reminds him that he hasn't done anything since he climbed off his lap a little while ago, and Stiles pretty much has to swallow as he shifts his back upwards towards him just a little, feeling the pressure of his touch scatter down to his fingertips like electricity. Even when he swears at him--it honestly just makes Stiles have to choke back a laugh, and the chuckle that reverberates in his chest is more smug sounding than amused.

That's not to say he isn't amused but he is so kicking ass at this virgin thing. Take that, virginity.

When Derek does move up, though, it pretty much pushes him down all the way, and he makes a low noise, this one much more surprised out of him than anything else, as he swallows down again and hollows his cheeks, fluttering his eyes shut again. ]

[ Even though he catches that chuckle-- how could he not?-- Derek can't even be annoyed at him for it, as he tries to split his focus between Stiles' perfect mouth and the slow touch he drags across his spine. He follows the steady curve of it, down from the tattoo between his shoulders and heading for his lower back, his other hand settling at the shorter strands of hair at the back of his head for a moment.

But, the scales tip over towards Stiles' mouth for a moment, and his hands completely still in his own brand of surprise.

His fingers curl and secure themselves at the back of his neck, as he breathes out a wordless noise, and maybe he grips a little too tight. He realizes afterwards, that it'll probably leave bruises in the shape of his fingerprints, but considering the fact Stiles sounded so very keen on being pushed around? He's fairly certain that a few marks aren't going to bother him. ]

[ Unwittingly, he arches up into Derek's hands, warm and familiar across the span of his skin. Something is pretty much aching to be touched in response and he doesn't fight it even a little, grins when he stills and sucks down a little harder, swallowing around him and using his hands anywhere and everywhere his mouth can't reach ~~that sisi is too embarrassed to write the words for.~~

And then, when he grips at the back of his neck like that, well, the moan he lets out is just muffled and he screws his eyes shut, hands curling tight and leaving light impressions of his nails in the taut muscles of Derek's thighs. ]

[ The way he responds to just his touch along his spine leaves Derek wanting to get his hands everywhere, follow after them with his mouth as he explores every part of Stiles. Much as they've kissed and even let their hands wander, it justdoesn't feel like enough in the face of this. He keeps it secure in the back of his mind, even as Stiles works more shaky sounds out of him, low and guttural.

That moan, and the way his fingers curl against his skin, make him go tense under his touch and above him both. A noise vibrates in the back of his throat, contained there for a moment longer as he tightens his grip against his neck again as the rumble comes out of him and sounds much like Stiles' name. ]

[ Well it's not like he's going to be moving anytime soon, with the way Derek's got a hold on his neck, and Stiles is starting to get the hang of this that he doesn't feel like he really needs to. He sucks in a breath through his nose and repeats the action he'd just done on his thumb earlier, finding sensitive spots with his tongue and laving attention on them, nudging his legs that much further apart to make more space for himself.

He's pretty much going to explode if he doesn't get a hand on himself anytime soon, though, but he hazards a glance up at Derek's face (and gets an eyeful of his abs first, which is completely acceptable) and just the sight of it is almost enough to drive him crazy. He wants to wring the sounds out of Derek, find every little button that just makes him go crazy, because Stiles is an irritant like that, and he loves Derek probably more than the moon loves the sun and the stars love the sky. ]

Stiles, damnit-- [ And that's an actual warning, this time, because the way Stiles works his mouth around him-- tongue and noise and even the smallest movements-- has left a pressure built up in him, to the point that Derek's fairly sure that he actually isn't going to last any longer. It's his chance to decide if he wants to keep his mouth where it is or not, since he's absolutely determined to drive him straight over the edge.

He does at least realize that he's essentially trapped Stiles where he is, though, and straightens the slightest bit. There's a sort of reluctance to his hands drifting, but the one that'd been secured at his neck curls in his hair again, drawn there without a single thought in his head that isn't dedicated to what his own personal moon is doing to him. As crazy as it's making him, he certainly isn't putting up too much of a fight, and there's a fierce ache in his chest that's entirely devoted to Stiles. Even now. ]

[ If anything, that's just more motivation, hearing his name come out of Derek's mouth like that, and that bullheaded determination comes out again, because his hands find Derek's hips and anchor them down to the furs underneath them, long fingers wrapped tight and probably leaving marks of his own against the tanned skin under his hands. But he does pull back a little, to find a spot he'd been tonguing at earlier and turns his gaze upwards again, then outright moans against the skin there, reacting to the hand in his hair and the entire situation all at once, holding tight.

Getting the job done is kind of where he's going with this--Stiles isn't exactly known for leaving things off in the middle. Besides, there's more to come later, and that's what's really kind of exciting. ]

[ It takes a lot of willpower that Derek is surprised he even still has to keep his hips from rolling up into Stiles' touch, Stiles' mouth, and he shakily breathes out before it turns into a heavy moan. Something in it turns into a rolling growl, straight from the pit of his chest, almost in answer to Stiles' own moan. If Stiles makes those sounds when he's not really being touched, he's going to be absolutely thrilled the moment he can get his mouth on him in retribution.

Eyes shut and lips parted as he pants softly, his entire body tenses when Stiles finds that sensitive spot with his tongue again, practically bristling. His grip tightens again and he holds onto his hair securely as he comes, something a little more animalistic coming out of him as it hits him. ]

[ Yeah, no, that face right there is the jackpot. He can feel him tense up against his mouth and makes another noise, but there's not a lot of reflex time between here and there, and considering the grip Derek's got in his hair, he rides it out with him, digging his nails into his hips until Derek'll have marks to match and keeping his eyes closed in case something stupidly embarrassing happens, because that is Stiles' life.

Luckily, it goes off without a hitch, and aside from trying not to make a face, he swallows and wipes his mouth with his hand, a little slackjawed. A) at the fact that that was pretty gross, not gonna lie, and B) at the fact that it was also the single hottest thing he has ever seen in his entire life. Period. When he pulls away, he pillows his cheek against his thigh and tries to ignore the downright ache from downstairs, instead fixing Derek with a goofy grin. ] Wow.

[ To be fair, he did warn Stiles. Derek may apologize after his brain travels back up from his groin to his head, but right now he is entirely not there in the slightest bit. When Stiles actually comes off him, a shudder goes up his spine and he tries to even his breathing, eyes still closed. But as he moves, he slowly relaxes his fingers and soothes them a little through his hair, fingers pressing gentle against his scalp. Mindless petting coupled with a subconscious apology. ]

Wow. [ He's half making fun of him, half agreeing, to be honest. A shaking laugh manages to escape him, and he finally opens his eyes again to look down at him where he's settled himself. His hand doesn't stop it's movements, though he does move it down slowly to brush over the budding and overlapping marks pressed into the skin of his neck. ]

[ There's something amazing about Derek's eyes--Stiles could honestly write poetry about them if he was the poetry writing kind of guy. Right now they're heavy looking and gorgeous and he could probably stare at him all day if he didn't feel like he was about to go off like a rocket. Still, the hand gentling through his hair is nice and soothing and he flutters his eyes shut, letting out a contented noise and letting Derek mess with him however he wants to. ] I just kicked virginity in the ass. Or in the balls. That one probably makes more sense.

[ The smile on his face goes lopsided and he looks back up at him, tilting his head to the side a little to make room when Derek's fingers brush over his neck. ] The point is, Stiles 1, lameness, 0. And Derek like 5 or something.

[ Watching Stiles with a heavy buzz filtering through his ears-- which he realizes is his racing heartbeat slowing down-- Derek snorts something soft and entirely too amused. Stiles' fixation on his virginity up to this point is sort of hilarious to him, but if he's going to make such a big deal out of it then he's definitely going to make sure that it practically burns up. ] That one makes more sense.

[ Voice a little throatier, he doesn't bother trying to clear it and instead gives a small pull at the scruff of his neck. It's not actually meant to move him any, but mostly just to apply pressure to the marks there and to encourage movement in him. While it's going to take him a minute to actually get completely together again, it's also going to take Stiles a moment to figure out how to get up and settle without applying pressure to his tattoo. ] Gonna make it a solid six.

[ There's something promising in the intonation of his voice, and Stiles breaks into a lazy grin, getting the hint well enough and pushing himself carefully up to his knees again, making sure not to jostle the triskele still aching a little between his shoulder blades. He's not exactly sure where he's going but what Derek just said is pretty much echoing in what's left of his cognitive function like a wrecking ball, and he moves up to a sitting position and leans forward to press a soft kiss to his mouth, something fleeting and gentle.

Awww yeah. He is so beyond ready for this. Bring it on. Whatever it is. ] There's the overachiever I know and love.

[ Watching his movements with a keen sort of interest, Derek remains still and lets him find where his limbs want to go and where the tattoo lets him. His eyes track across pale skin easily, lingering on the bigger clusters of moles and freckles as he decides exactly where he really wants to start. He gets an idea of it, before Stiles is leaning into his space, and he's drawn immediately in after him to meet the kiss.

Which tastes like Stiles and him, and he can feel an almost immediate renewed interest striking him. A low rumble leaves him, the closest thing to what a wolf could call a purr, and he leans after him for another kiss before his hands slide up Stiles' inner thighs. ] Some cosmic entity decided to wed a pair of overachievers, so.

[ Toes curling in anticipation, he pretty much molds into putty the minute Derek kisses him again, leaning forward a little into it and watching his every movement with what can only really be described as keen excitement.

Okay, so that first part was kind of a big deal in beating the crap out of being a virgin but this was maybe even bigger. There was still the whole sex thing to be addressed. And the advice Scott had given him, too--that too. There was still lots to be done, and something in his stomach twists eagerly at the thought. ] Some cosmic entity had epic plans for my sex life.

[ Squeezing his fingers into Stiles' thighs gently as he leans into the kiss, he can't help the crooked quirk that pulls at the corner of his mouth. He's already formulating a plan, slow and steady, and he's fairly certain it'll count as karmic retribution. ]

Never be boring. [ It comes out in a bit of a murmur, and Derek shifts to sit a little more upright, tipping his head to slowly drag his mouth up along the shape of his jawline. But as he gets to the hinge of his jaw, he dips down and opens his mouth to the spot below his ear covered in spots. At first it's just an open-mouthed kiss, a light pressure where he just barely sucks at the tender skin, but then he sinks his human-blunt teeth into it. ]

Makes up for--ngh. Lost time. [ The noise he makes is startled out of him when Derek's teeth come down on his neck, and he knows exactly where he is, situated over a cluster of moles that Derek seems to gravitate to whenever he gets the chance.

His hand finds Derek's bicep and he uses it as an anchor, gripping down a little as he tilts his head away from him, basically baring his neck to the man who's practically a wolf in front of him. ]

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But it's the truth.

It is lies and scandal. Also my unicorn soul would probably shrivel.

Truth and honesty, and your unicorn soul is already shirveling.

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In the depths of it even.

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