"D-Derek, stop." he whispers, back meeting the wall.

Derek rests his arms on either side of the smaller boy, he leans in to brush the slender jaw with smooth lips.
"I don't think you want me to." He teases.

Stiles swallows hard, intent to deny his claims but knowing that he's right.

Derek moves to the other's ear, the sudden silence egging him on.
"I think you're just as curious as I am."
His tongue slips out to lap at the lobe. A breathy laugh escapes when his only answer is a brief shudder.

"Derek!" Stiles can't help but yell as the shock of an swift palm on his backside registers in his mind.
He doesn't resent the touch in the slightest, but refuses to let Derek know that.
"…Stop it, we can't-"

"Mmm,"
His lips travel south again, down the neck and to the shy peak of the younger's chest.
"But we definitely can." His finger tugs at the obstructing shirt to make room for light, but still so hot, kisses.

And just like that, Stiles' first four teeth make contact with his now buttoned lower lip in brace for the rising heat just below his waist. He stifles a moan as Derek finds that spot, the more sensitive area of his chest. Nipping once before taking it between both lips.
"Nnngh, Derek." He murmurs, determined to stand his ground and at least appear displeased in the advances.

His palm trails down Stiles' pant leg, coming full circle to rest on the buckle of his belt.
"Yeah, you don't want this." His voice is heavy with sarcasm. A smirk claims him as he comes down face to face with his captive, slipping a finger through the loop behind the buckle, pulling forward.

"Derek…"

"You know, it's kind of weird seeing you nervous."

His chest, hard against the other's, pins down further. Stiles sneaks a glance at the opposing eyes, but regrets it soon after.
The stare is piercing, bright blue with intensity, so hot with lust.
Stiles curses himself when his thighs shift as if to cool the burning anticipation ever building between them.
"I-I don't want to do this." The lack of conviction behind the statement was apparent to even his ears.

Another low laugh echoes from Derek's throat.
"See, I can hear you saying that." He starts, venturing back to the still reddened neck.

With Derek's hot breath flushed against his skin, Stiles inhales sharply in attempt to knock himself out of the stupor. It almost works until he feels gentle licks at his flesh, drawing an unexpected gasp that bled into a very low, very quiet, but still very audible moan.
The smile Derek's lips form against his skin all too pleasing.

He brings his arms closer, rubbing each inner thigh with the closer hand.
"But all I keep seeing in your face is 'don't stop'."
His licking continues in small circles. First, at Stiles' neck and then on to his shoulder.

Stiles cries out softly once more as Derek bites down, a sign of his intent to move forward.
The sudden chill of exposed skin from his once buttoned shirt doesn't come as a surprise, nor does the earnest pressure he feels against his chest.
He stops fighting the throb of his own desire as this ascends, what sense would resisting make at this point?

"It's not going to hurt as bad as you think." Derek says, before pressing a soft kiss to Stiles' lips.

Stunned by the almost caring act, he fumbles, struggling to recall the last thing he heard.
"What isn't?"
But he knows. It's dreadfully obvious and even as he asked the question, he felt the phantom intrusion of his most vulnerable of places. He knows what it means, and despite being this far intimately, he can feel the flush on his face spur and spread rapidly.
Though it was silly, Stiles felt almost ashamed of his virginity.

Derek grins.
"Maybe I should make it good for you first?"

"W-what?" This catches him off guard.
He couldn't mean… could he?

As if hearing the thought himself, Derek slowly gets to his knees, making quick work of the other's belt and pant fly.

Stiles' heart thuds all the harder in his chest.
"No, no! Y-you don't have to-"

"Shut up." He says without a thought. "If I'm gonna be your first, I want you to at least like it."
Pressing two fingers to the tip of the boy's crotch, he watches for the inevitable response.

And Stiles nearly climaxes there.
The look on Derek's face as he does this, the sensation of those fingers being just centimeters from the sweetest pleasure you've ever known. It drove him crazy and left him helpless to do anything but groan and stare back.

It seems enough for Derek as he turns back to his target and gets to work.