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So for the entire week after his initial 'turn', Stiles and Scott had practically disappeared. They were pretty busy exploring Stiles new powers and while they didn't gain access to his every strength and weakness, they had dispelled some of the usual myths. Like garlic. Stiles could consume it like Adderall. After some horsing around, it was decided that Stiles could heal every bit as fast as a werewolf, granted he'd fed recently. Any substantial wounds required a blood transfusion. He was every bit as fast as Scott when it came to maneuvering around the forest. He could climb walls like Spider man and oh yeah, he had a tendency to control werewolves.

The first time he controlled Scott it had been purely by accident and even then, Scott had been left wandering the area with cold curly fries. As it turns out, he could control most betas with a mere suggestion.

Sure enough, Derek came home one day to find Erica rubbing his Stiles' shoulders, Boyd in the kitchen heating up a bag of blood, and Isaac folding some of his spare clothes.

Needless to say, Stiles was powerful in his own right.

Derek was the only one who could resist his control. Not that Stiles tried to control him after that first time, he wasn't suicidal enough to attempt that again. But with a pack of alphas steadily closing in around them, it was becoming more and more obvious that the least likely among them could possibly avert a territorial dispute.

"Let me get this straight. You want me to try to control you?"

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Derek went over and sat on the bed, getting closer than he normally would. He rested a hand on Stiles' thigh, moving it up slowly.

"That will involve your ass...or mine..." he said sounding unsure on both ends, "Women tell me they like it, so we should too. It might be a little intense."

He was talking and it felt out of the norm. He wasn't the talking sort. He liked action and did things without thinking.

"Ok, yeah I pretty much figured on that. You're the big bad alpha werewolf here and I'm....not entirely sure I should be put in charge of anything considering we both know how clumsy I am." His eyes were tracking Derek's hand as it slid up his thigh. His cock was definitely interested in the events about to unfold.

"Uh, I feel like I should tell you. I get this really insane urge to bite you just before I cum."

"I've never been fond of cliches, but this one works in my favor, so I won't bother it," Derek said putting one hand on his shoulder, while the other kept tracing up his thigh, trying to get between them.

"And if you want to bite me, when I make you cum, but you have my permission. Not a second before, understood?"

It took a few moments for Stiles to realize what Derek's hand was up to. He wasn't going to get far with Stiles seated like this, so he decided to lay back comfortably on his bed and spread his legs just a bit.

Oh god, Derek had just given him permission to bite him! He tried not to flail like an idiot at the mere thought. "Lube's in the top drawer of my night stand." What? He was a typical teenager. He liked to experiment here and there...

Derek had almost forgotten they needed lube. He got up and grabbed it from the drawer. He saw that the top was a bit empty and gave him a look.

"I thought you were a virgin," he said dripping the lube on his fingers and positioning himself between his legs.

Meanwhile Stiles tried to arrange himself into a more comfortable position on the bed, he even stuffed a pillow under his hips, "I am. No one's touched me except myself, Derek. Geez, I'm allowed to be curious." All this talking had left him half hard, not to mention he was a bit nervous now that Derek was looming between his legs with lubed up fingers. How many would it take before he was stretched enough to take that big cock of his?

"You touched your ass while you did that?" Derek asked, curious. Maybe he knew something Derek didn't. He was happy to learn if that was what it took. He opened his mouth and licked his cock once. He could already smell it strongly, but he wasn't sure how it would taste. The moment he'd tasted it, he licked again then sucked at the tip. The taste was every bit as addictive as a woman's and he found himself enjoying the sensation just as much.

"Yeah, once ore twice. I came across a website about...stuff and got curious." If Derek thought Stiles only used his computer for werewolf and freaky supernatural research then he was pretty naive to all the porn websites out there.

"Ohhh my god!" His eyes nearly bugged out of his skull when a felt a hot, wet tongue lap at his cock, soon to be followed by an equally hot mouth sucking on the tip of his cock. His head hit the pillow behind him and his whole body thrashed for a second or two. The words sensory overflow came to mind.

Derek tried something and found he could take the whole thing into his mouth. It did involve some use of his throat, but he didn't mind. He did that a few times, than stopped, chuckling.

"You'll orgasm again if I do that?" he asked before doing what he'd come for. He brought his index finger to the sensitive ring and gently did his best to push into it.

"Yesyesyessss." That's about all Stiles could say at the moment, especially since his cock had just been down Derek Hale's throat. Christ, he was never going to look at those sullen lips the same way again. His cock was leaking precome profusely well after those lips left his cock. His hands were digging into his sheets, breath coming fast and unsteady.

Then he felt it, a finger putting pressure on a very sensitive, very intimate place. He felt his whole body tense up for a moment, then Derek's finger slipped fully inside when he relaxed and exhaled. It wasn't a totally alien sensation, but different because that definitely wasn't his finger.

It wasn't all that hard to get the finger in. He was surprised by that and even more surprised by his reaction. Derek couldn't help but imagine that tight space wrapping around his cock and knew in an instant that he'd been right to try this. Werewolves were sexual by nature and therefore sexuality was flexible.

"Tell me when this feels good," he said moving his finger about inside of him, trying to find something, any point on his body that made Stiles feel especially good.

"You'll know as soon as I know." He tried for yet another joke, his body still somewhat tense when it came to the invasion of Derek's finger, but as things progressed he found himself shivering and shuddering when his finger came close to his sweet spot. He cursed vehemently when Derek's fingertip graze his prostate, writhing for several long moments. Fuck that felt good, "Right there, fuck!"