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Dwerek Smut

A/N: Under a ‘Read More’ because well…it’s smut. There’s no plot. At all.

In Which Derek Is Distracted By How Damn Sexy Dwight Is.

"Derek, have you seen my crossbow?" Dwight asked, as he ambled into the Stuart’s dorm. Said crossbow had gone missing a few days ago, and Dwight suspected that the Tweedles had probably stolen it, but it never hurt to check everywhere.

He didn’t get an answer, however, because Derek wasn’t listening to him. He was too busy staring at what Dwight was wearing. Dwight glanced at his clothes, but he couldn’t see why Derek found them so interesting. He was wearing jeans and a T-shirt - nothing special.

Derek didn’t see things like that. He saw how Dwight’s jeans hung low on his hips, exposing his prominent hipbones, and how they were so tight that they might as well have been painted on. He saw how his T-shirt clung to his torso, riding up a little bit to show Dwight’s abs (you don’t run around chasing demons all day without getting muscles).

Dwight took his shoes and socks off, walking further into the room and towards Derek, who was lounging on his bed wearing only a pair of jeans and his dress shirt. He sat down on the bed, pressing a chaste kiss on Derek’s lips, before pulling away, intending on carrying on his search.

But just as Dwight was getting off the bed, Derek grabbed his hips, pulling him backwards. As Dwight landed on the bed, Derek straddled him, perching on his slender hips. Derek pinned Dwight’s arms above his head, leaning down to mouth at his neck. He licked a stripe up Dwight’s neck, until he reached the skin behind his right ear.

Derek sucked at the sensitive skin, smirking as Dwight moaned, his back arching off the bed. Derek bit at the tender skin, relishing the whimpers that were ripped from Dwight’s throat.

"So responsive." Derek growled, pulling away so that he was settled on Dwight’s thighs. Dwight’s cheeks were flushed a delicate pink, his hair was ruffled, and he was panting, his chest heaving with every breath. Derek groaned at the sight.

Derek released Dwight’s wrists so that he could run his hands down the Windsor’s chest. However, as soon as Dwight was released, he flipped them, pushing Derek onto his back, so that he was on top.

Dwight crashed his lips into Derek’s in a fierce kiss. Derek, as the more experienced one, slipped his tongue into Dwight’s mouth, his tongue skimming over his teeth. Derek’s hands gripped the hem of Dwight’s shirt and pulled it off in one swift move. His hands traced the muscles of Dwight’s chest, and settled on his waist.

Derek sat up, almost causing Dwight to lose his balance as his mouth latched onto Dwight chest. He nipped at the pale skin, leaving a trail of red marks along his torso. He briefly lapped at one of Dwight’s nipples, his tongue caressing the sensitive bud, resulting in a breathy whine from the Hunter.

"Derek…what brought this on? I’d hate to think that a succubus had possessed my boyfriend." Dwight asked breathlessly, but Derek could tell from Dwight’s cheeky grin that he was joking.

"You really don’t know?" Derek mumbled against Dwight’s shoulder, panting slightly. He looked up at his boyfriend, but Dwight just shook his head. The action made a lock of Dwight’s hair to fall into his eyes, and in a surprisingly tender gesture, Derek tucked it back behind his ear.

"Dwight, you’re so…my god, you’re so perfect." Derek whispered into Dwight’s shoulder, before licking one long stripe right up to Dwight’s mouth, smirking at the Hunter’s startled yelp. The noise was muffled as Derek crushed his lips to Dwight’s in another kiss.

Dwight’s hands moved to Derek’s shirt, fumbling with the buttons. After a few seconds, Derek pushed Dwight’s hands away, hurriedly undoing the last few buttons. Dwight yanked the shirt off Derek’s shoulders, dropping it to the ground.

Dwight pushed Derek back onto the bed, pinning him to the mattress as he tentatively ground his hips down. Derek moaned and Dwight ground down again, harder this time. Derek groaned, partly at the sensation, and partly at Dwight’s breathy whimper. God, the kid sounded like something out of a porn film.

"Really, a porn film?"

Derek blushed; he hadn’t realised he’d said that out loud.

"No, I didn’t mean it like…that, y’know, ‘cause…" Derek stuttered, worried that he’d offended Dwight. Dwight paused for a moment, and Derek was sure that he’d upset the other boy.

That was until Dwight moved backwards slightly, and, keeping his eyes locked with Derek’s, leaned down and-

Fuck.

Dwight stuck his tongue out, curling it around the button of Derek’s jeans, using his teeth to push the button through the hole.

Fuck. Dwight had just undone his jeans with his teeth. The look on Derek’s was almost comical, his mouth hanging open, and his eyes wide. He pulled Dwight back towards him, grinding his hips up in an effort to wipe the slightly smug smile off Dwight’s face.

Derek’s hands quickly unbuttoned Dwight’s jeans, pushing them down over his hips and legs, flinging them halfway across the room (or somewhere like that, to be honest, Derek was more preoccupied with the gorgeous boy in his lap.)

Dwight fumbled with Derek’s jeans, showing much less finesse than his boyfriend, but Derek iust found it rather endearing. Just as Derek’s hand was about to slip under the waistband of Dwight’s boxers, said boy grabbed his wrist. Derek looked up at Dwight, worried that he’d crossed a line.

"Lube." Dwight gasped. Derek sighed in relief, but then whined as he felt Dwight’s body leave his to cross the room. Derek really needed to keep his lube closer the bed. Dwight searched the drawers, but, in Derek’s opinion, he was taking far too long. Derek silently got off the bed and padded across the room.

Dwight gasped as he felt Derek’s body press up against his own, strong arms wrapping his waist, plucking the bottle of lube from his hands, tossing it back in the general direction of the bed.

Dwight whimpered as he Derek pushed his hips forwards, trapping him against the desk (Dwight was still puzzled as to why Derek kept his lube in a drawer in his desk, but it was probably to do with the strange fascination that Derek had with fucking Dwight over it)

Dwight rocked his hips back, and Derek pulled him backwards so that his back was against Derek’s chest. Derek’s hand dipped below the hem of Dwight’s boxers, his hand wrapping around his cock. Dwight moaned as Derek started to move his hand, stroking up and down, thumb running over head, simultaneously rocking his hips forward. Dwight turned his head, pressing his forehead into Derek’s neck.

Derek released Dwight’s cock, pulling him away from the desk and pushing him onto the bed. Dwight hit the mattress with a quiet thud, blushing as Derek grabbed a condom from his desk before climbing back onto the bed.

Derek tossed the condom onto the bed next to the lube before turning his attention back to Dwight. He hooked his thumbs over the waistline of Dwight’s boxers, pulling them over his thighs and down his legs, throwing them carelessly across the room. He quickly discarded his own, dropping them on the floor. He dotted light kisses up Dwight’s stomach, reaching for the lube and squeezing some onto his fingers.

Derek trailed one finger down over Dwight’s hips and between his thighs. He scratched at Dwight’s perineum, enjoying the surprised moan it caused. Without warning, he slipped one finger inside Dwight, kissing his hipbones in an effort to soothe the pain. Dwight bit his lips as Derek added another finger, twisting and scissoring them.

Every time Derek pulled his fingers out, he made sure the drag them across the muscle at the rim of Dwight’s hole, making him moan each and every time. Dwight tried to push his hips down onto Derek’s fingers, changing the angle slightly, so that Derek’s fingers brushed against his prostate. Dwight let out a strangled scream, causing Derek to look up at him. Upon seeing how wrecked Dwight looked - panting, trembling and covered in a light sheen of sweat, Derek scraped his fingers against that same spot.

Dwight screamed properly that time, forcing Derek to cover Dwight’s mouth with his own; he really didn’t want to wake up the rest of Stuart, after all. Dwight moaned into Derek mouth, biting down on the older boy’s lip, and fuck, why did Derek find that so hot?

Derek pulled his fingers out completely, and Dwight whined at the emptiness. Dwight grabbed the condom, opening the packet with his teeth, and rolling it onto Derek’s cock. Derek grabbed the lube again, slicking up his cock before pressing against Dwight’s entrance.

Derek grabbed Dwight’s foot, hooking his leg over his shoulder, pressing a kiss to his ankle before pushing in slowly. Dwight screwed his eyes shut as pain shot up his spine. Once Derek had pushed all the way in, he stilled, allowing Dwight to adjust. A moment later, Dwight’s eyes fluttered open and he nodded at Derek.

Derek dropped a tender kiss to Dwight’s forehead as he started to move. He went slowly at first, his cock dragging against the tight ring of muscle. He only started to speed up when Dwight all but growled at him to ‘go faster for fuck’s sake!’

Derek obliged, one hand wrapped around the leg that had been hooked over his shoulder, his hand gripping Dwight’s thigh, leaving small, crescent shaped marks over his skin. The other hand was wrapped around Dwight’s cock, pumping in time with his thrusts. Dwight’s hands raked down Derek chest, leaving bright red trails in their wake. Derek would never admit it, but he secretly loved the fact that Dwight was a scratcher.

Dwight’s back arched, and his hips tilted backwards, so that Derek’s cock pressed against his prostate. Derek smirked at Dwight’s moan, thrusting faster, so that he was slamming into Dwight’s prostate. Dwight screamed again, hands clawing at Derek’s shoulders, his whole body shaking as he came. It was a mixture of Dwight’s muscles clamping down on his cock and the sight of Dwight coming that finally sent Derek over the edge. He didn’t stop thrusting throughout his orgasm, and Dwight whimpered, his nerves oversensetised and on fire.

Derek quickly disposed of the condom, tying it and throwing it in the (vague) direction of the bin. He then leaned back over Dwight, pecking his lips before moving to lick the come off Dwight’s stomach, enjoying the feeling of Dwight squirming beneath him.

Derek settled back down on the bed, and Dwight draped himself over the athlete’s chest, head tucked under Derek’s chin as he drifted off to sleep.

"Night, Der. Love you."

"Love you too. Love you so much."

xxx—-xxx

The next morning, when the Tweedles burst into Derek’s room, searching for Dwight, only to find him cuddled up to Derek, naked, with scratch marks all over Derek’s chest, it was safe to saw that they were suitably horrified.