Cinder Boy (Teen Wolf, Derek/Stiles)

Soot still clings to Stiles’s clothes from the cellar his wicked stepfather had trapped him in for daring to go to the ball. That doesn’t matter now. He’ll never have to sweep another floor or listen to his stepbrothers’ demands. Part of him can’t believe it’s real, that he’s really in the palace with handsome Prince Derek. Out of all the people at the ball Derek had chosen him.

“You’re thinking too much,” Derek gasps. He rolls his hips. One hand holds Stiles’s head steady as Derek rocks into Stiles’s mouth, reminding him that he should be focusing on the cock in his mouth and not on the way the soot on his pants is staining the carpet.

He sucks, opening his mouth wide to take Derek deep. He’s never done something like this before but from the way Derek groans and murmurs, he’s doing well. The hand on his head clenches and unclenches in his hair. It feels nothing like the way his stepbrother Ethan would pull on his hair when he was too slow to follow an order.

Derek’s hand tightens and pulls back. His cock slips from Stiles’s lips seconds before Derek comes all over Stiles’s face.

Stiles blinks. His breath comes hard and fast and he wants. He wants so much.

“You look so beautiful,” Derek says. It’s not the first time he’s said so – that was at the ball, when Stiles’s borrow clothes had fit him like a second skin, just before Derek had stolen a kiss in the palace garden.