They’ve been at it for a couple of weeks now, and Stiles has learned a slew of interesting things about Derek. For example, Derek has a tendency to press small closed-lipped smiles to the corner of Stiles’ mouth whenever Stiles least expects it. He’s somewhat of a closet romantic, actually, a fan of feather-light touches and holding hands and quietly locking eyes during sex. (Stiles invariably brings himself off fast and tight, so the first time Derek gently kissed and murmured and caressed him into an orgasm Stiles came so hard he pulled a thigh muscle and walked with a limp for two days.) Also, Derek’s got this bizarre habit of never asking for the things he wants most.
It’s a good thing that Stiles is not only very perceptive but also has great problem-solving skills. And that some of the things Derek wants most overlap with things Stiles really likes. Really, really likes. So:
“I’m gonna suck your dick,” he tells Derek resolutely. “Tonight. And I’m gonna be taking my time. You don’t get to reciprocate, all you get to do is sit back and watch. Just FYI.”
Derek stares at him.
“Because I really, really want to,” Stiles adds for good measure. “Take my time sucking your dick, I mean. I can’t stop thinking about it. You’d be doing me a favor, really.”