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Two years passed. Malia and Derek eventually got along, and even though Laura’s travels kept her from bonding with her cousin as quickly, the ladies got along decently eventually.
Stiles grew fond of Derek in those two years as well. He grew fond of his sleep drunk voice, their passionate conversations before sex, and the whispered ones afterwards, Derek’s fingers brushing through the gradually lengthening hairs near the back of his neck, stiles’ eyelashes brushing Derek’s broad, tanned chest.
Derek had said that each of his concubines had different uses for him. Kate was wild, Jen let him be rough with her, Erica allowed him to access his gentler side, and Boyd gave Derek the domination that he craved some days. But Stiles… Stiles was the conversation. Stiles was the foreplay, and the afterwards, and all the breathless mumbled words in between.
Thinking about it made Stiles shiver as he opened the second door to his chambers.
Almost immediately after laying eyes on the orgy within, he stepped back into the hall between the first door and the second, desperately rubbing his eyes to erase the image of Boyd behind His Majesty, The King, whilst Derek laid Erica on her back, stroking down her front and tweaking her nipples.
Stiles stood in the hall, petrified, for a decently long time, only to be jarred from his thoughts by a touch on his shoulder. He nearly jumped out of his skin.
“I’m sorry you had to see that.” It was Derek, tying a robe around his waist securely. “I know you aren’t partial to taking multiple lovers in the same moment.”
“If it pleases you, my lord, than I will tolerate it.” Stiles said shortly. “But I do not wish to participate, if that is what you came out to ask me.”
Derek shook his head vehemently. “I would not. I do not delight in making others uncomfortable.”
Stiles gave him the smallest smile. “Yes?”
“Of course.” Derek drew closer to him, taking Stiles’ hand in his own. “If anything, I like to make you as comfortable as possible.”
Knowing Derek’s appetite for these types of things, Stiles leapt at the opportunity to be paid the same attentions as the other four. “Would you like to make me comfortable now, my lord?”
“You don’t have to keep with the pleasantries while I am barely decent.” Derek scolded.
“Fine then.” Stiles stood on his tiptoes and leaned into Derek, feeling his king’s hard, carefully contoured body pressing against his own with a shiver of delight. “Would you like to make me comfortable now, Derek?” His tongue flicked out to tease at the lobe of Derek’s ear.
Derek smirked and took Stiles by the wrist. “Lead the way.”
Stiles dragged Derek back to his chambers eagerly, shutting the door behind them with a bit too much force and stripping off his breeches without much more than a word.
Derek cast off his robe and followed Stiles onto his low hanging bed, sneaking sly touches to the smaller man when he was better occupied shedding all of his unwanted garments.
Stiles laid back when he was finally undressed, opening his legs for Derek eagerly.
Derek crawled up over him, nuzzling him while he rolled his hips against Stiles’ ass, teasing him with his already hard-again member. “You know my favorite part is every little noise you make, every name you call me.”
Stiles moaned and arched up. “God, Der. You teasing, god forsaken cocksucker.”
“And I love it when you call me a little cocksucker when I’m not doing what you want.” Derek reached over his shoulder for the lube.
“You’re not just any cocksucker, you’re a great cocksucker.” Stiles grinned up at him.
“I’m nothing compared to you.” Derek found some of the expensive, scented oil he kept and immediately started prepping him.
Stiles let out a small whine. “Fuck. Feels like forever since we’ve done this.”
“How long has it been between us?” Derek tried to think back, and it has been awhile. With the others, naught but a few minutes, but with Stiles alone? And
“Too long.” Stiles moved his hips down onto Derek’s fingers. “Now stop thinking and get to preparing me.”
“I’m already fingering you.” Derek tsked, adding a third finger because apparently Stiles wasn’t satisfied.
“Not in the right way.” He complained, trying to twist his hips so his fingers will find the spot he wanted them to. Derek held his hips down and drove his fingers into his prostate; a quick, short jab. Stiles gasped and reached for him, grinning him hard. “Fuck, Fuck, yes, that.”
Derek pulled his fingers out with a wet squelch. “Ready?”
“Ngh. Can’t you just take me already?” Stiles wrapped a leg around him and pulled him closer.
“You sure?” Derek mumbled against the side of Stiles’ mouth.
“Do it.” He kissed Derek passionately, hands in his hair. Derek nodded slightly and added more lube to his cock, then started the slow slide into him. There weren’t any word, just heavy breathing between the two. Stiles wrapped his other leg around him and breathed steadily and deeply, eyes heavily lidded.
Derek’s breathing evened out when he was fully sheathed. His hands stroked down Stiles’ sides, and they eskimo kissed. Derek was shaking.
“Der…” Stiles said softly, running his hands over Derek’s body, kissing any part he could reach.
“Yeah?” Derek met his lips a few times, content with simply getting lost in Stiles’ touch.
“I love you so, so much.” Stiles mumbled. “You’re amazing.”
“What was that?” Derek whispered, lips dragging against Stiles’, clearly distracted.
“I said I love this.” Stiles cleared his throat, Glad Derek hadn’t heard his fumble.
“I can’t imagine being with anyone other than you.” Stiles kissed him slowly, licking the roof of Derek’s mouth languidly.
Derek started moving slowly as he spoke. “Me too, yes, that, Stiles, sure.” He said, clearly distracted.
Stiles moaned and scratched his nails over Derek’s scalp and back. “Derek… I need you, I need you now.” He said breathlessly.
“Hold still, then.” Derek joked softly, continuing his thrusts and strokes down his side. Stiles reached up to cup his face with one hand, the other on his bicep. Derek grinned and intentionally drove a thrust directly to his sweet spot. Stiles groaned, arching up and dug his hands into Derek. Derek kissed just under his chin, fingernails digging into Stiles’ hips when he thrust in again. “Stiles.”
Stiles’ legs tightened and his eyes slipped shut. “Derek, fuck!” He moaned.
Derek kept a steady rhythm, taking one of Stiles’ hands and entwining their fingers beside Stiles’ head on the pillow.
Stiles turned his head to kiss his wrist, his heels digging into Derek’s back. “Fuck, Fuck you feel so good, Der.”
“Do you want me… Do you want me to go faster? Harder? What do you need, Stiles, tell me.” Derek mumbled desperately right up against Stiles’ ear.
“Harder. Keep it slow.” Stiles mumbled in return. “I like it like this… every once in a while.” Stiles nosed at his wrist and let out a little moan. “Feels more intimate.”
“It is.” Derek nuzzled the side of Stiles’ face. He does as his lover says, keeping the leisurely pace, but adding some force to it. As it began to tire, he gave little grunts of exertion.
Stiles put a hand on his shoulder. “Let me.” He pushed Derek back as he leaned up, keeping Derek inside him while he switched their positions quickly so that Stiles was straddling his hips. Stiles picked up the same pace Derek had, fucking himself harshly on his cock.
“God, Stiles…” Derek got a fist in his hair and pulled him down into a deep, passionate kiss. “I’m close, just a bit more there…”
“My lord!” It came out as a moan. Derek pulling him down created a new, better angle. His hips stuttered briefly. “Fuck, Der, m’close too.”
“Fuck, Stiles.” Derek sighed against his open mouth. “I need you, just, just there-“ Derek cut himself off with an abrupt and brash grunt, spilling into Stiles with one final thrust.
Stiles collapsed onto Derek as he followed, cumming all over Derek’s abdomen with a bitten off cry. “You like that, don’t you?” Stiles said in a sultry tone, breathless.
Derek rolled his eyes and answered his question sarcastically. “Yes, as always, I’ve quite thoroughly your body for my own wretched purposes.
“Are they really so wretched if I crave it too?” Stiles looked up at Derek, wondering how he’d respond to such a statement.
“I’m sure someone, somewhere, may find reason to say we are blasphemous.” Derek pet down his cheek with one finger. “Some may say that I am wretched for keeping five concubines in my personal wing of the castle, just to ravish whenever I so choose.”
“Then maybe you should narrow your choices.” Stiles said softly, surprised by his own daring. He hated to admit it, but the others made him jealous.
“What do you mean?” Derek arched a brow. “Narrow what choices?”
“I mean to say that you could always pick your favorites, or even, um… favorite.” Stiles blushed and looked away.
Derek sighed and stared at the ceiling. “Narrowing it down to five was hard enough. And taking just one crosses the line into ‘lovers’ not ‘concubine and king’.”
“Right, sorry, it wasn’t my place. And of course you wouldn’t pick just one, that’s what you wait for a fiancée for.” Stiles said, embarrassed. He started to get up. “I should go, it’s almost time for your ride with Malia.”
“Right.” Derek sat up as well, starting to dress before Stiles could help. “And… you’re right. I’ll be betrothed one day, and if I had just one we’d be lovers. Breaking that bond would be much harder with a wedding day approaching.”
“Of course you will. You’re the king.” Stiles pulled his clothes on quickly. “I’ll leave you to… this. Malia will be here soon.” He left in a hurry, hating himself for even bringing up picking one concubine out of many.