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"Stiles."

That was most definitely not his stomach. Stiles peeked a brown eye open to see Derek shirtless and in low hanging jeans. Was he still dreaming because this could work. He croaked out the alpha's name. His voice was still heavy with sleep but he was pretty sure he had managed to get it out.

"You have my Saturday shirt." It was low and didn't sound that angry.

"Your what?" It took him a moment. "You label your shirts by day?" Stiles was too tired for this.

"My shirt." He held out a hand expectantly.

Stiles looked down. He wasn't keen on taking it off. It was really comfy and smelled like Derek and it was warm now.

"Nuh uh. It's mine now. Go find another Saturday shirt." He said before rolling over, fully intent on going back to sleep.

He was on his back in a second with his arms pinned above his head and his hip pinned down by a wolfed out Derek. He might have mumbled something about him being cute when he is fluffy. He didn't know how it happened but Derek was not so wolfed out anymore and they were kissing. Derek remained in control and Stiles remained pinned but he wasn't complaining. Stiles met the lips on his with fervor.

Derek really was impossibly delicious. Stiles was twisting left and right, trying to get more physical contact. He arched finally their hips rubbed. He hummed happily into the Alpha's mouth. Derek growled and thrust his tongue into his mouth. Stiles, not one to look a gift horse (or alpha) in the mouth, opened and submitted happily. Derek had quite the talented tongue. It was slow and powerful and playful and sensual. Stiles tentatively followed the 's teeth clasped his lower lip and tugged gently. The alpha began to kiss and nip down the pale expanse of neck before him.

"If you take this shirt off of me I'm still keeping it. It smells like you." Stiles said softly.

Derek hummed into his skin. He looked up at Stiles before smirking. His teeth gripped the fort fabric before tugging. The fabric ripped and fell away from Stiles' pale torso without hesitation. Stiles laid very still for a moment. His mouth hung open and he stared at the shirt as though he had no idea how that had happened. his eyes quickly flitted back to Derek.

"Dick." He meant it to. He was already fond of that shirt.

Derek gave a cocky smirk and a quick eyebrow up-down as if to say you-can't-wear-what-is-ruined.

"I'll just steal another one."

Derek leaned down and bit down on his clavicle. It was meant to be a punishment for the threat but Stiles let out a strangled 'oh' and shuddered. He added a hazy 'or two or three'. Derek seemed pleased with his reaction to the bite. He gave another before letting his tongue lave over them. He trailed hot kisses and sharp nips down Stiles' body. He stopped only to pay lavish attention on the hardened nubs on his chest. Stiles was a mess of whimpers and pleas.

"Der, let me touch you. Oh, fuck! Derek. Oh. Please? Come on." He whined.

Any other time he would have been happy to lay there helplessly as Derek ravished him. But after that dream... he had to.

Derek, creating mark after mark, finally relented. He sat up straight and let Stiles' hand go. The human wasted no time. His hands were in Derek's hair as they kissed, on his jaw and shoulders. He touched anything he could. Each touch sent a jolt through him. The Alpha's body was chiseled but pliant under his touch. His muscles rippled and contracted beneath his skin. It sent the teen into overdrive.

Stiles urged Derek to lay back but only succeed in getting him to lean back on his forearms. Stiles, in typical Stilinski fashion, rolled his eyes. He didn't waste time kissing Derek's chest at that moment because he had his sights on something else. His fingers managed to undo the button and zipper of the denim without incident.

Stiles wasted no time in pulling Derek's erection from the confines of black fabric. Stiles appreciated it for a moment; long and thick and almost handsome. Figures he would have a hot cock too, Stiles thought bitterly. Stiles looked Derek in the eye and smirked. He poked his tongue out and leaned towards the tip. At the very last minutes He quickly moved to the base and flattened his tongue. He ran it up the underside from base to tip. Once he reached the crown he clamped his lips around the appendage.

Derek's hand flew to his hair and Stiles mentally high fived himself. He wrapped his hand around what he knew would never fit in his mouth. It surprised him how much there was. He sucked and licked until he needed to pull away for a moment. He looked at Derek and bit his lip when he saw the expression the older man was making.

Derek's eyes were hazy and his pupils we blown, his lips were parted slightly. Stiles was determined to get noise out of him. He took the chance to pay some much needed attention to Derek's balls. He darted his tongue out in a sharp figure 8 before sucking on them. Derek groaned but that wasn't what Stiles really wanted.

Moving back to Derek's penis he took s much as possible in. He relaxed his throat and took more. Derek moaned and Stiles hummed. Derek cursed. Stiles bobbed his head, keeping his throat relaxed. Derek's hand tightened in his chestnut strands. Stiles moaned. Derek fell back onto the bed. That. That was what Stiles wanted. He bobbed and licked and fondled and sucked until Derek chanted his name and 'fuck'. Stiles felt his sourwolf contract and shake and sealed his mouth tighter around his cock. The shot of cum that entered his mouth was not entirely pleasant but he swallowed what he could. He licked Derek clean before using his thumb to clean his lips and chin. He sat up and sucked his finger clean.

"Stiles." Derek said in a rough voice.

"What do you want Derek?" Stiles asked silkily.

"You owe me a shirt."

"Yeah well you owe me an orgasm." Stiles snarked back before getting pulled down into his bed.

FINITO! It's over. I feel bad for not having them fuck but it was pretty graphic so I guess M works.

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