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

[ 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. ]

And we've got so much time. [ The cluster of moles essentially act as a guiding point for Derek, has ever since they first met. It kept drawing his eyes, and eventually his fingers, and now his mouth. It's probably the most visible spot that he can leave his own marks, and he would feel guilty about it but he just doesn't have the capacity. Not when Stiles' entire body tenses and melts, and those sounds are drawn out of him.

Sucking the mark to fullness, he brushes his nose gently over it before he starts working his way down, a flash of red in his eyes again as his teeth graze over the pulse point of his neck. Even with his pelt sitting aside amongst the furs, it would take only a second for him to tear the life out of Stiles with the way he bares himself and they both know it. That trust twists in his chest, and he continues his way down. ]

[ The way his nose tips against the mark makes him grin a little, because Derek is actually a huge softie on the inside, like a burnt marshmallow, and he kind of loves it about him. Stiles tilts his head and runs his fingers into Derek's hair, watching him out of the corner of his eye as he trails his way downwards.

It makes him a little squirmy to have this much attention on him at once, and Stiles fidgets a little, unfolding his long legs so they're spread out on the furs instead of underneath him and getting as comfortable as he can possibly get when he's so turned on it hurts. ] So much time.

[ Staying still to let Stiles situate himself-- which is basically how their everyday interactions tend to go-- Derek keeps his hands off him until he's properly seated, though he really wants to put them everywhere. But the moment he settles, they're drifting along skin again, dragging down his sides and towards his hips. His fingers curl, thumbs along his hipbones and grip sure, tight, but not quite bruising. Yet. ]

We could ban everyone from bothering us for the next week. [ He never pulls away from his neck as he talks, trailing a line of open-mouthed kisses and nips to leave smaller marks behind, before he bites softly into the meat of his shoulder. ]

Sounds good to me. [ His grin goes a little indulgent, and Stiles doesn't put even a remote fight as Derek puts his hands on him; his touch is pretty much like wildfire at this point, and he shivers and squirms at the bite, tightening the hand that's currently twined in the dark black hair presented near his neck.

His hips fidget upwards when he gets a grip on them, because seriously, Stiles is going to die. ]

[ Keeping his hands steady at his hips, even as he fidgets, Derek starts working his way down, tongue tracing the shape of his clavicle as he goes. There are so many places he wants to sink his teeth into, but he takes his time, thumbs rubbing circles where they sit. It's a little cruel of him, but he's almost definitely returning the favor (with some interest), drawing this out as much as he can.

Still, he does start to slide his hands down after a moment, following the shape of his hip bones downwards and in a slow vee. ] Consider this an official vacation.

Oh thank the gods. [ When his hands slide downwards, finally, Stiles blurts that out and drops his head backwards. Not that he doesn't enjoy the attention--because oh, he's totally enjoying the attention--but he really does still feel like he's going to explode from the sheer hotness that has been the last hour or so.

The vacation sounds good too, though, and he lets his mouth draw into a lazy smile at the thought. Yeah, that sounds good. ] Vacation accepted.

[ Laughing, he bows his head forward a little against his chest as his shoulders shake. But Derek doesn't let it slow him down, and continues his path downwards. He's essentially on a quest to find every single thing that gets Stiles to squirm, so he moves down and opens his mouth, teeth and tongue brushing over a nipple in passing. At the same time, he takes a little bit of pity on Stiles, considering that outburst.

It's not a lot, but it's still some.

His hands dip down between his thighs, and it's fairly easily to spread them apart wider as his spine arches, letting him bow further down. He has an idea in mind, he just has to make his way to it. ]

Ahh--oh my gods! [ That gets a startled noise out of him, because Stiles probably should have been expecting that and wasn't even remotely. Definitely a sensitive spot to be marked down for later.

As Derek starts to shift downwards, Stiles can sort of put together what's about to happen, and he leans backwards carefully as to not disturb the triskele on his elbows, and can literally feel his heartbeat ratchet up at the thought. It's that bad. ]

[ Pausing and looking up at him from under his brow, red still in his eyes as the heat builds all over again, Derek seems to consider his reaction before he resumes his trail downwards. But he definitely won't forget that, and instead continues looking for similar reactions.

Getting him back on his elbows is so much easier, though he does hesitate a little because he's concerned about irritating the triskele. But he's sure Stiles will react or speak up if it winds up being uncomfortable, so he just dips his tongue across his navel as he slides back a little on his knees. ]

[ The look in his eyes practically gives him the shivers, and Stiles watches him literally consider him and tries not to lose it just at the sight. Derek is kind of ridiculously attractive sometimes, and that face exacerbates the fact.

If he gets a dumb grin on his face, well, no one can blame him, right? Because that's kind of where he is right now because if what's about to happen is about to happen Stiles is so down with that plan. (And is only going to last about ten seconds, but oops.) ]

[ A huge part of him could just look at Stiles like this, sprawled on his elbows and opened to him, mouth swollen and flushed like his cheeks. There's budding marks joining his constellations across that pale skin of his, and he'd bask in it if Derek didn't know there was so much more to come.

There is absolutely no denying the fact that he tucks his nose against his hip, briefly, and breathes before he presses a bite there as well. He could absolutely turn his head and put his mouth where Stiles really wants him to, but he knows that he's probably close to popping. He'll just keep drawing this out, first. ]

[ When Derek tucks his face into his hip, it brings a warm smile to Stiles' face, even if he's pretty much dying of the sexual tension, and one hand comes down to ruffle in his hair just a little, scratch across his scalp. He keeps it there when he presses a bite instead, tightening his grip just a little and dropping his head back. ]

You are the worst. [ He informs him, because it's true. And also not, really, but he is kind of a tease. ]

And you aren't? [ Murmured into his skin, Derek looks up from under his brow at him again with blatant amusement and a flash of teeth. Because Stiles is the absolute worst, himself, and they were practically made for each other. But he at least dips down finally, teeth on his thigh to leave a matching mark to the one he has on his own skin. He has a feeling he's not going to be getting out of this unmarked, himself.

Finally, though, he turns his head and draws flattens his tongue, drawing it up from base to tip in one, easily movement. The fingers curled in his dark hair are just encouragement, the same as Stiles' comments. ]

I'm an aangel. [ It comes out a little bumpier than he plans it to, because the relief of sudden wet, hot pressure makes him shudder and-- ] Ahh--ahahahahhhhh.

[ Make weird noises, apparently. Either way, he hisses a little at the sensation, which pretty much immediately makes the muscles in his thighs tense up, and he grabs at his hair with his other hand, threading his fingers through and giving a very encouraging squeeze. ]

[ Both highly amused by the noises and absolutely encouraged, Derek presses back against the fingers in his hair as if silently letting him know that is absolutely the same for him as it was for Stiles. Especially since he curls his fingers against his tense thighs, keeping them spread and held down so that he can bow his head in properly.

It'll be quick work, in comparison, but he doesn't care. He actually absolutely wants his mouth on him, despite his teasing everywhere else. Maybe it's a little horrible of him to take him into his mouth slowly the way he does, but he doesn't feel particularly guilty. ]

Ohhh holy--frickin Mother, oh my gods. [ Where Derek was mostly quiet, Stiles is apparently vocal as all hell; he's not doing anything to stay quiet, really, and even if he knows Derek is being a dick and going slow on purpose, it feels awesome and Stiles is pretty sure his bones are going to melt out of his skin about three seconds, because watching Derek drop his head in between his thighs was kind of ridiculously hot, and he doesn't close his eyes if only to try and sear that into his memory forever.

He tightens the grip in his hair just a little bit, nonverbal "yes please that's good" for where his babble is going to start failing him, and watches the sight in front of him with his mouth open. ]

[ Something of an agreeable hum rumbles in the back of his throat, and Derek knows that he's an absolute ass for it, but payback is amazing. Besides, he wants to hear that string of rambling and incoherency, whatever noises he can pull from him, because it's probably the most fantastic thing he's ever heard. As he settles around him completely, nose brushing into his happy trail, he adjusts before he starts to rise up off him again.

A pleased sound follows the hum as Stiles tightens his grip on his hair, and he curls his tongue around the tip as he comes back up. If he can reduce Stiles to nothing but a puddle, he'll be more than content. ]

Ffffff--fuck, oh my god, Derek. [ Yeah no this is really not going to last long at all, not if he keeps doing that. Stiles' brain has pretty much dribbled out of his ears at this point, and the ridiculous amount of stimulation after absolutely nothing is making him see stars. By the time he gets the sensation of his tongue--oh my god, his tongue, as his brain keeps repeating, Stiles has to resist the urge to jerk his hips up, he's pretty much lost the ability to speak and lifts one of his hands to jam his knuckles in his mouth so he doesn't wake up all of the encampment, because seven hells.

He's so doomed. They haven't even gotten to sex yet, technically, and he's got like ten thousand questions about that whole thing but right now he literally does not care. Derek's name comes out again, a little garbled around his fist, but definitely there. ]

[ Slowly starting to go down again, he smooths his tongue out along the underside of Stiles' cock and hollows his cheeks, that hum coming up again at the back of his throat. This is pretty much perfect to Derek, and he's not in the least bit surprised by how reactive or how loud he is. In fact, he obviously encourages it, even as he shifts to slide his arms under Stiles' thighs so he can put his legs over his shoulders. It lets him slowly slide his hands up from his hips, dragging up his sides in encouragement as he goes.

Hearing his name come out of Stiles' mouth like that along with the cursing, the taste of him heavy on his tongue, the tension in his muscles from trying to keep still, it all comes together for him. He was already partially hard still, but it's a straight shot to speeding that right back up. ]

Oh--jesus, okay, wow, nngh-- [ Stiles pretty much gasps when he starts manhandling his legs, because when he pulls them up the angle just gets right and he has to toss his head back against the furs, hand dropping out of his mouth and sliding back into his hair like he can just hold him there, because holy jesus. Whatever noises he's making are pretty much unfettered now, and when he hums, the noise is loud enough he'll probably be embarrassed about it later, but Derek is entirely too good at this, or maybe Stiles is just biased and Derek with his head between his legs is kind of perfect in every way possible.

He gives his hair a tug and squirms a little under him, pretty much seeing stars. He's got maybe thirty more seconds, tops, and he curls upwards a little, toes curling over his shoulders as the tension draws up like a bowstring. ]

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