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What the hell is a Stiles? (_stiles) wrote,
@ 2017-10-31 20:08:00

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Stiles really hadn’t been expecting to actually fall asleep before nine. Because he never had before. Aside from if he hadn’t slept for a day or so. He’d been intending to just fake being asleep until his dad had checked on them, but John had come in (expecting some fake sleeping, too) to find Stiles on his back, snoring, and Derek cuddling against him. Derek was even more of a good influence than John could have hoped.

Stiles woke up before his alarm again. And he felt amazing. Not just because it was Friday, and not just because it was Friday. But waking up with Derek did that for him. He leant over and kissed Derek gently on the lips. He ran his fingers gently over the scruff on his mate’s jaw. He hoped he’d be able to grow somewhat of a beard, but omegas didn’t tend to, especially if he was thinking of having babies all the time.

“Do I have to go to school?” Stiles asked quietly as they sat down for breakfast, glancing over his shoulder to check his dad wasn’t creeping up on them. “I’ve got lame classes today, I can breeze through them, we could just go back to yours-“ he said softly. He knew Derek wouldn’t agree. He knew Derek would make him stay in school even during his free periods. Derek was going to be a good dad.

He was glad he actually got to see his dad before he headed to school, though. John woke up and joined them for coffee just before they left. He didn’t seem at all surprised to see Derek still there.

“You both slept well, hm?” He asked with a smirk over the rim of his coffee cup. “Good early night?”

“Well we both have busy days- I’ve got school, Derek has realtor and grocery appointments, got to be well rested,” Stiles said with a shrug. He had no other explanation, other than all the sex they’d had and the fact that sleeping next to Derek was incredibly calming.

“Busy weekend?” John asked.

“Stuff with the pack,” Stiles replied easily.

“So you’re like- the...pack deputy now?” John queried. The ins and outs of werewolf packs and their workings weren’t completely common knowledge among humans without a pack. And it varied a lot. So John had no real knowledge of where Stiles now fit in. “You were in Scott’s pack though?”

“Well yeah,” Stiles shrugged. “But Derek is my mate. It’s not like we’re all adhereing to usual pack dynamics here anyway, dad.”

John looked at Derek. He’d known Talia and the Hale pack, he’d been a year beneath Derek’s dad in school, they’d played lacrosse together, he knew things were different. Dating, bonding, mating.

“If you have some time, Derek, maybe you can... run through some things with me.”

“Dad-“

“Son, it’s important. This is your life now. You’re mates with a werewolf. I need to know what that entails.”

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surlier
2017-11-01 10:51 am UTC (link)

Derek wanted to say yes, that Stiles could stay home, they could go back to his place and sleep some more, run the errands he had to do today together, but his schooling came first, and he smirked even as he shook his head no.

Even if it would mean getting to wake up a second time with Stiles in his arms, and possibly another one of those sweet kisses to bring him from dreaming to wakefulness. (He had woken up briefly when John came home at 9:03, but only long enough to confirm it was the Sheriff before drifting off again.)

"MmM hmm," Derek muttered, mostly non-verbal as he curled a hand around Stiles' hip, and half tilted forward to press his face sleepily into the back of his neck. The coffee would help, but it'd been a long damn time since he slept that much and he'd been with his mate.

He listened to father and son converse, subtly sniffing the room to note the changes in scents. Nothing big, but he nodded to the question and reached for his cup of coffee to finish it off and hopefully rouse the rest of him.

They did have a lot to get done today, especially him, but he'd always make time for Stiles' dad. And he had some time before he had to meet the realtor, even if he did drive Stiles to school.

"Of course. I'll take Stiles to school and head back here?" Stiles would probably want to be there to run interference and attempt circles around his dad. His hand drifted from Stiles' hip to his hand, fingers lacing easily together.

"Unless you want us both. Or to do it now?" Weaker men would have been terrified to be left alone and interviewed by John, Derek was looking forward to it.

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_stiles
2017-11-01 08:09 pm UTC (link)

"If you can come back once he's in school-" John started before, as predicted, Stiles started to interrupt. John turned to him, his stern dad expression on his face.

"You can't have that kind of conversation without me! It's about me!" Stiles protested.

"I think, actually, it's a good father-son in law conversation. And since you're neither of those, and since you haven't graduated yet, you can't be a part of it."

"That isn't fair!" Stiles huffed, though he knew well enough not to plead with Derek to back him up on this. He couldn't put his dad and his mate in that position. Both of them wanted nothing but the best for him.

He rolled his eyes and prodded at his breakfast. "Fine. Fine. I'll go to school. I'll get a good education, get a good degree, then you can both be proud of me. Happy?"

"Very," John replied with a grin, sipping his coffee and checking his watch. "Speaking of-"

Scott was waiting again when they pulled into the car park outside the school. His expression was confused again, as though he thought maybe it was a phase that would have passed overnight.

Stiles had his weekend things in the back of Derek's car, and he hefted his school bag onto his shoulder, walking around the car to kiss Derek goodbye. And again, their apparently coupledom got a few raised eyebrows and a few stares from the passing students. But to some of them it seemed obvious, less shocking than it would be if Stiles were a beta. Because obviously Derek Hale would get an actual omega. And male omega were pretty rare. So it wasn't like he was actually really attracted to Stiles...

"See you this afternoon," Stiles murmured, pressing a few lingering kisses to Derek's lips before pulling away to join Scott, casting a little wave over his shoulder.

"So you two are still doing this thing?" Scott asks with his same puzzled expression as they walk up to the main doors.

"Uh, yeah. He's my mate," Stiles replies, trying not to be impatient.

"And you're like- y'know-"

"What?" Stiles asked. "Mates?"

"Having sex," Scott muttered. "You have his scent on you."

Stiles didn't know if Scott just meant Derek's scent or if he meant the smell of their come mixed together.

"Well, we haven't gone all the way yet. But we have the whole weekend together-" Stiles didn't want to say that they were going to do it tonight, it felt like too private a thing to share, which was odd, because he shared everything with Scott.

"And your dad is okay with that?" Scott scoffed.

"Derek's my mate," Stiles said once more, lifting a hand to wave at Erica and Boyd, who were both suddenly close by. Stiles could see their noses twitching slightly. He smelt like their alpha.

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surlier
2017-11-02 02:02 am UTC (link)

Derek smiled indulgently at his mate, knowing Stiles probably still wanted to protest, yet had thought better of it. Like Derek wouldn't text him as soon as he was done and let him know what they'd talked about.

"Yes," he replied to John's very.

He could smell the disbelief on some of them, the smugness on others, but Derek was attracted to Stiles. Not only because he was an omega, but he had genuinely liked spending time with him before he'd found out he was his mate. After that, it just made sense.

"See you then," he promised, watching Stiles head into school with his best friend before he headed back for the house.

Inside the school, Erica smirked. "Anyone that can smell knows he's been all over you." She leaned up against the lockers, Boyd's arm sliding around her shoulders.

"Derek texted us. We're meeting you two at his place on Saturday, right?"

Let Scott make if that what he would.

Across town, Derek pulled up to the curb and eased out of the Camaro, leaving Stiles' overnight bag in the back seat. Whatever John wanted to talk to him about - he wasn't nervous, but he was curious. The car chirped as he locked it, and in a show of actual manners, he knocked on the door.

He probably could have opened the door, or snuck in through Stiles' window like he used to, but he figured neither of those options would have pleased the Sheriff.

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_stiles
2017-11-02 08:19 am UTC (link)

“Saturday?” Scott looked at Stiles.”what are you all doing?”

“You’re coming too,” Stiles said. “Since it seems so difficult for you to believe Derek and I are mates-“

Erica looked at Scott with a scathing expression on her face. “Really? Really? It’s the most obvious thing on earth-“

“But it’s Derek-“ Scott insisted, as though that was a substantial argument.

“Someone’s jealous,” Erica teased, pinching Scott’s cheek. “Poor little Scott!”

“I just think it’s weird-“ Scott snapped. “How Stiles presented and oh, suddenly, Derek’s interested in him-“

Stiles’s face fell. “Because I’d be such a disappointing mate?” he queried. “Because I’m not good enough?”

“That’s not what I’m saying- it’s just weird that it’s suddenly-“

“You know we’ve been spending time together for months?” Stiles snapped. “You’ve been with Kira and Derek and I have been hanging out. Maybe if you weren’t so wrapped up in yourself you’d notice what was happening to people you claim to care about when it suits you.” Stiles snapped, hefting his bag onto his shoulder again and walking away.

John opened the door with an amused smile on his face. “Do you want me to get you a key?” he asked Derek, stepping back to let him in. “Thank you for coming back.”

He had a lot of questions, mostly about pack dynamics and where Stiles would fit in to that, how Derek would run his pack. And sure he could have done this with Stiles here, but his son always wanted to explain things to the nth degree, and John just couldn’t keep everything in line. Derek was a man of a lot less words, he’d make it a lot easier for John to understand.

“I understand that Stiles is your mate,” he started. Basics first. “And you have a pack. Obviously your children will be in your pack, too. But what is Stiles to the others? What’s his purpose aside from the pups, because we both know he’s more than that-“ John had absolute confidence that Derek wouldn’t treat Stiles as just an omega. He never needed to worry about that. He knew not all alphas were bad, but he wasn’t naive enough to not realise how fortunate it was that his outspoken, opinionated son had found his mate in Derek.

“What about Scott? I know Stiles isn’t- he’s not a wolf, so he’s in Scott’s pack out of choice, but you and Scott aren’t in the same pack- it’s not going to cause problems, is it?”

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surlier
2017-11-02 10:59 am UTC (link)

"They have. Party's at two," Erica chimed in as Stiles started down the hall. Boyd made a slight noise of something that could have been disappointment, but it was hard to tell before they started following their packmate down the hallway.

"Hey, Stiles, wait up!" Boyd finally boomed out.

"If you feel comfortable with it. And of course." The father of his mate wanted to speak with him and Derek knew that Stiles could easily dominate any conversation he was in. This was about something else.

And thankfully, John didn't make him wait long. "First, there's pack status and then there's orientation. Stiles is an omega, but that's only his orientation. Because he's not a wolf, he's not a beta in the pack. The more betas an alpha has, the stronger they are. When my mom was alive, I was her beta, as was almost everyone else in our family with the exception of my father, who was a human. She was grooming Laura to be alpha when she stepped down before-" before the fire. He cleared his throat.

"Stiles isn't a wolf. Whatever pack he's in - his alpha doesn't gain power because of him." On Scott, he paused for a second. "Stiles wants Scott to join our pack. And it's ours, because he's my mate. It's understood that if for some reason, I'm unavailable, he knows what I would want best. Even as a human, he's on equal ground with me."

Another deep breath. "That's more of a biological purpose. He's the mate of an alpha, capable of having children. His actual purpose - everyone in a pack has a place. Everything is about making a pack stronger. Omegas as an orientation are - they're the soul of a pack. Like I told Stiles, they take a pack from being a pack and make it into a family. They're -- I never thought I'd have one, but then Stiles --" And he stopped, the words jamming up in his throat, but he was fairly sure that John understood what he was trying to say.

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_stiles
2017-11-02 06:41 pm UTC (link)

John nodded his head slowly as Derek spoke. He was glad that Derek was being honest with him. And he could tell from the expression on Derek’s face that he truly valued Stiles. He was glad that there shouldn’t be any animosity between Scott and Stiles, or Scott and Derek. Alpha humans didn’t have packs, they didn’t care about how many betas were in the family, their opinions on orientations were different, though admittedly the human view of omegas was a lot less comforting than the way Derek spoke of them. So again John had to be thankful for Derek. Derek being a wolf would give Stiles some standing in society, John knew that, too.

“You love him, don’t you?” John asked gently. He didn’t really need to ask, but he was sure Derek would like to confirm it. Not just because John was Stiles’ father. But John had always loved bragging about Claudia, how much he loved her. “I know he cares a great deal about you. He always has. He’s just stubborn and defensive, but you know that.” He let out a soft breath and gazed across at Derek. “You’re a good kid, Derek. I want you to know you’re always welcome here. That I’ll help you both and support you both through any decision you make for the future.”

Scott had been huffing around all morning. Even Kira hadn’t been able to make him crack a smile. Isaac was excited for the weekend, to hang out with the pack at Derek’s, and he wanted Stiles to ask if he could bring Allison.

It had surprised Stiles that Isaac a) thought he had to ask and b) that Stiles had the sway with Derek.

“You’re his mate, idiot. Of course you do. He’d do anything if you asked or recommended,” Erica laughed. “And that’s why you’re our best friend.”

“That’s not true, we liked you before,” Isaac jumped to add.

Stiles enjoyed the way they interacted with him. He liked the touches and the scenting and how they liked that he smelt of Derek.

Scott still wasn’t pleased.

“You’re invited tomorrow,” Stiles said. “I’d like you to be there. I want you to accept this, me and Derek. I want you as part of our pack.”

“Your pack? We were a pack. What about my pack?”

Stiles shrugged. “There’s not much I can do about it, Scott. I’m Derek’s. I’m in his pack. He’s my Alpha. He’s my mate. You’d want the same thing-“

“I wouldn’t decide my mate was an eighteen year old, newly presented omega-“

“It’s not- it’s not a decision like that. I thought you’d read up on this, Derek gave you books,” Stiles said wearily.

Scott glared. “Derek isn’t the be all and end all of werewolf knowledge.”

“He didn’t write the damn books, Scott. That’s why he loaned it to you- you know what, fuck this. This is how it’s going to be. So deal with it,” Stiles said, standing, storming off to his next class ridiculously early.

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surlier
2017-11-03 02:28 am UTC (link)

If he hadn't told Stiles as much before, he wouldn't have been able to answer that question from John. Stiles deserved to hear it first, but he'd said it the evening prior and nodded slowly. "I do love him. And I know that. I know he's also fiercely loyal and loving."

Giving. Intelligent. Sexy. So many words to describe his mate, but it was that loyalty that made him feel safe. "Thank you, sir. I appreciate that. Mostly we're deciding where we want to go in our future. The details of it - we know we'll be together, that Stiles will be going to school, it's just down to where."

He paused. "Stiles could have been born a beta, or even another alpha, and I still would be proud to call him my mate. But -" color fused into his cheeks. "Now, one day I get to call him the bearer of our children. And there's no-- there are no words to tell you what that means to me."

Maybe it was sappy, but it was true. Family was something he'd thought he never have again, and then came Stiles.

Derek didn't regret anything.

Not even when his phone buzzed in his pocket and he pulled it out to see who it was. A text from Erica. Scott & Stiles tiff. He frowned at the screen. "Sorry, give me just a minute," he said.

Bad? He sent to Erica.

To Stiles he sent another one. What happened w Scott? Stiles had been so worried about telling Scott and making sure he understood - Derek could guess it had something to do with that, but the details were important.

He heard back from Erica first. No. Scott was stubborn, Stiles told him off & bounced. The frown deepened. He could ask her, but he wanted to hear about it from his mate.

"Sorry," Derek said again as he set his phone down and waited to hear back from him. "Apparently something happened between Scott and Stiles this morning. Stiles was worried that he'd have trouble accepting what's going on between us, but I don't know if that's what it was."

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_stiles
2017-11-03 10:31 am UTC (link)

John frowned, concerned about what might be going on. His son and Scott had been through so much together, he didn’t want something that made Stiles so happy be the reason they fell apart.

“He’ll come around, right? It’s not as though Stiles had a choice,” John asked, wanting some reassurance from Derek. “Scott isn’t old enough to have his own pack anyway. I mean he is now, but he’s not graduated, you’re- experienced.” He didn’t want to say older, he didn’t really want to acknowledge how much older Derek was than Stiles.

Stiles slomped into his English Lit classroom and threw himself at his desk before he realised the room was already occupied.

“Uh, hey, Stiles,” Allison greeted from the front, where she and a few more students were working on a project. She excused herself and walked over, pulling up a seat beside him.

“Hey, sorry, I didn’t know you were- I didn’t know-“ he murmured. “I just needed to get away.”

“From the pack?” Allison asked. She’d see them following Stiles around, and Isaac had told her about Derek and Stiles. Which had, when she’d thought about it, seemed a pretty obvious pairing.

“Scott,” Stiles replied. “He isn’t- he’s not too happy with me.”

Allison nodded. “You know he and Derek have always had some friction-“

“Yeah, I know, but it’s not like I just decided- it’s not like I’m doing it to spite him.”

He felt his phone buzz in his pocket.

“I know, but Scott- you know Scott. He’s new to all of this. Being a wolf and being an alpha. He hasn’t felt what you feel, he doesn’t know what it’s like to find a mate. And it’s not so common, is it? Not at our age. He’s dubious, probably because he’s upset he doesn’t feel this thing with Kira.” Allison purses her lips, and Stiles gave her a wry smile.

He fished his phone out of his pocket and saw Derek’s name, opening the message.

small disagreement about you stealing my innocence he text back.

“What can I do to convince him? I want him to be part of our pack. He’ll make us stronger. I want him there when we have kids-“

“He just needs time,” Allison said again, taking stiles’ hand. “He needs to see that it’s real and not just your hormones. He’s protective of you. You know him. And he’s probably a bit jealous.”

“He spends all his time with Kira, it’s not like he’s gonna be lonely whilst I’m with Derek- we haven’t hung out for ages. And he freaked out when I presented in case he fancied me, which kinda makes me feel like crap.”

Allison squeezes his hand gently. “He’ll come round. And if he doesn’t-“ she shrugged. “People change when they grow up.”

Stiles sighed.

The day seemed to drag from that point. Not just because Stiles wanted to get to Derek, but he wanted to week to be over, wanted some time away from school so he and Scott could hash things out in texts. Scott could be more reasonable when he had to type out words.

He still dragged his feet as he left the building, at least until he scanned the car park and saw Derek waiting for him. His pace picked up then as he dodged around other students, throwing his arms around his mate.

“I’m so glad to see you,” he whispered, breathing in the calming smell of his mate, nuzzling up against his throat and ignoring everyone else.

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surlier
2017-11-03 10:56 am UTC (link)

"Scott is very inexperienced," Derek said quietly, hearing the avoidance of older. "They share a strong familial bond. Since Stiles presented Scott's probably feeling the urge to protect, without quite knowing why. It's led to some frustration for Stiles, and probably some for Scott who doesn't know why Stiles won't let him. It'll work out," he said with confidence, but with the underlying tone that it would probably be messy until it did.

His phone vibrated with Stiles' text, and he glanced down, getting all the confirmation he needed about what was going on. I'll talk with him tomorrow. Tonight's for us.

And then quickly sent off another text, this one to Scott. Come over at 1 tomorrow so we can talk. Maybe snarl at one another. Everyone else was due over at 2, and this should give them plenty of time to talk and calm down after.

"He might be a little bit jealous too, but -- they're close. They've weathered a lot together, and they'll do that with this too."

Derek stayed for a bit longer, chit-chatting with John about things before he finally took his leave and sent another text to Stiles. Your dad wanted to know about pack placement and where you fit. Nothing bad.

Errands first. Groceries, and he almost picked up a few bottles of lube while he was at the grocery store. He even had them in his hand, but then put them back. There was someplace else in town he could get them from and after paying and loading up the Camaro, he headed to the nearest adult store.

He thought they might be a bit more discreet - he was right - but then he got distracted the butt plugs. Selecting several, as well as a few different types of lube, he paid. Everything was placed into a very dark, discreet bag, and he finally headed home.

That afternoon was spent with the realtor, looking at small houses. Townhomes, and older single family homes, a few of which caught Derek's eye, but they stopped after looking at half a dozen with a plan to regroup on Monday.

He could barely think about anything but the night in front of them and getting back to school to pick Stiles up.

It felt like he wasn't the only one when Stiles' arms closed around him and his around his mate, head dipping immediately to bury his face in the side of his neck, breathe in the scents that had soaked into his skin.

"Missed seeing you," he rumbled back and dropped a soft kiss to his pulse point. "I've got a surprise for you at home."

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_stiles
2017-11-03 08:40 pm UTC (link)

Stiles didn’t quite register the words for a few moments, too caught up in how relieved he was to be with Derek again.

“Hm?” He lifted his eyes and then his head, a smile spreading over his face. “A surprise for me?” Stiles wasn’t hugely materialistic, his family had always been quite poor, he didn’t need things. But it didn’t mean he didn’t like them. “What is it?” He bounced slightly and then pressed a kiss to Derek’s lips. Then another, sinking closer, pressing up against Derek. “Unless you’re talking about your dick, because that’s not a surprise, but I am looking forward to it-“

Warmth flooded through him, remembering what they were going to be doing tonight. He was going to be- Derek was going to be inside him properly. He was going to knot Stiles. Stretch him. He’d come inside him and-

He didn’t look around to see if Scott was going to say goodbye, he didn’t really care. He wanted to get back, he wanted to bask in the smell of the two of them, he wanted to take his clothes off and press against Derek.

“Take me home-“

Stiles dropped his school bag down inside Derek’s door, then carried his weekend bag through to the bedroom, toeing off his shoes and heading back towards his mate. He wrapped his arms around Derek and leant up to kiss him, parting his lips to deepen it, sliding his tongue against Derek’s

Stiles hummed softly, tingles running down his body. He loved how just being near Derek was enough to turn him on. They weren’t even naked. They weren’t even really making out, just kissing gently.

"When do I get my surprise?" he murmured against Derek's lips. "Or is it a post orgasm kind of surprise?"

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surlier
2017-11-03 09:17 pm UTC (link)

"I'm not talking about my dick," he said with a laugh, arms holding Stiles close as they scented one another again, and traded more kisses. Kisses he would never grow tired of. "I'm looking forward to it too."

He'd never thought of virginity as something special. A random thing about human bodies, but this would be them. It'd be Stiles' first knotting, and a first time for them that they'd been holding out for.

He nuzzled against him for a moment longer before letting Stiles go so he could drive them home.

Inside the loft, Derek grinned as he watched Stiles go from room to room like a little mini whirlwind before finally returning to him. Both arms slid around him, hands pressing into the flat of his back. It felt so damn good to have him back in his arms where Stiles belonged that he couldn't quite hold back the little moan his mate caused.

"Pre," he finally said when they broke apart. Derek's hands drifted down to his hips, and he slowly turned Stiles around, towards the bathroom and took a step forward, guiding his mate with his own body.

On the edge of the sink, three freshly cleaned, newly purchased plugs rested - one small, just in case Stiles opted for that, and two medium ones with slightly different swells. None of them were as large as Derek would be, but the narrowest points were all slimmer than the both of them.

"I want you to pick out which one you want to wear tonight during dinner," he murmured. He waited a few seconds, watching his mate's face in the mirror until he seemed to decide on one, and then added, "And pick out which one you want me to wear." He kissed the side of his neck playfully.

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_stiles
2017-11-03 10:33 pm UTC (link)

Stiles stared with comical awe at the three plugs, his eyes roaming over each of them. The smaller one was maybe only slightly smaller than he was, and the other two were big- but he supposed he had to get used to big.

"Oh-" he whimpered happily, picking up one of the larger ones that swelled into a rather thick bulb quite suddenly. He liked that one. He liked the thought of pushing it in, the bulb stretching him wide before it tapered again to the slimmer base.

"One for you?" Stiles rasped, tipping his head to accept the kiss to his neck. "You want to pretend I'm knotting you?" He managed a grin, but the thought was incredibly sexy. And he really wished he could. "You think you could fit the other thick one in? I think I'd probably swell that big, don't you think?" he purred, stroking his fingers rather lewdly over his own. "Are you going to help me put this in, or are you going to watch?"

He picked up the one he wanted for Derek, as well, leading them both back out of the bathroom towards the bed. The plugs were placed carefully on the side tables, before Stiles started to strip from his clothes, shirt first, then his pants and underwear, already showing signs of his arousal.

Derek had made sure they'd taken their pills this morning, he'd put all of Stiles' together, and it was another good thing that the two of them were both taking tablets. If Derek remembered then he reminded Stiles as well.

So Stiles was happy to climb naked onto the bed and spread his legs, showing off his slickening entrance to his mate whilst reaching for his plug.

"I hope you remembered we need to have dinner somewhere close by," he whispered, fingers trailing down below his balls, circling his hole. "Because I'm going to want to get you inside me as soon as possible," Stiles breathed, pushing two fingers into himself with a needy whimper.

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surlier
2017-11-04 05:45 am UTC (link)

"That, and it'll mean that I need to be prepped less when I ride you." He picked up the other large one, fingers running up and down the length of it. "Given how thick your cock is already, probably a bit bigger," he said honestly, tongue flitting out to wet his lips while he watched Stiles play with his own plug.

"Yes," as if that was somehow an answer to a two part question. He followed Stiles back tot he bedroom - as if he'd go anywhere else - and watched his mate strip down without the least bit of shame. Stiles was leaner than he was, and he could watch the play of muscles under his skin with every movement.

It took everything to resist touching, to only watch, and his willpower promptly curled up and died when Stiles settled onto his bed and spread his thighs, showing off his pretty cock and shining hole. "I remembered," he husked out, stripping nearly as fast as Stiles had before he crawled onto the bed.

"Maybe I'll ride you before we leave, and we can sit through dinner knowing that I've got your come plugged up inside of me." Cause he'd made a promise about that too, and now, with his mate here, he slid towards him, head dipping down to lap at his fingers and entrance. The taste made him moan, hands pressing lightly at his thighs to open him up wider.

"Gonna open you up first though, want it in you while I ride you, like I'm knotting you while I'm sitting on your dick," Derek murmured, tongue dragging up over Stiles' balls, then from base to tip of his length. "Saw them and all I could think about was both of us having one inside us during dinner, sitting through the whole meal with it inside. How ready it'd keep me for your cock - or keep your come inside me-"

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_stiles
2017-11-04 02:21 pm UTC (link)

"Oh-" Stiles remembered now. Derek was going to ride him. And then he was going to knot him. And now he could pretend he was knotting Derek, keeping his come in his body.

"Mm, before we leave?" Stiles asked, watching Derek as his mate crawled between his legs. "That's a brilliant idea. Then I'm going to be less likely to beg for your knot whilst we're trying to-" he started, before Derek's tongue cut him off as it licked at the fingers that were still moving in and out of him.

He obediently opened his legs wider, letting Derek have access to all of him.

"Oh fuck," Stiles moaned. "Yeah. Yeah, I want that, please. Please. I want you riding me-" he rambled. "Plug'll keep me nice and open and I'll- I'll be so ready when we get back. I'll be so wet, so ready for you to be inside me-"

He arched into the drag of Derek's tongue, his dick leaking against his belly.

"I hope you brought lube. I want to fuck you. A lot. I hope you brought a lot of lube," Stiles panted. "Your tongue is going to kill me, Der-" he added, scissoring his fingers inside himself, opening himself up as wide as he could. "Look how wet you've made me- sit back, I want you to watch me put this inside me."

Stiles' free hand reached for his plug, guiding the tapered end between his legs. "Watch. Imagine what it's going to feel like around your knot," he breathed, pumping the thinner end of the plug into him, stretching himself gradually until he reached the thicker bulb. Stiles spread his legs wider, arching off of the bed as he pressed it inside him, biting on his lip and holding back a moan as the bulb worked it's way in.

His cock twitched against his stomach, imagining Derek there in a few hours, on top of him, moving against him, pushing his knot into Stiles' willing, waiting body. He uttered a little cry when it finally slid all the way in, groaning at the realisation that the tip would be resting so teasingly close to his prostate.

"Oh God," Stiles purred. "I can't wait until this is you. Is it good? Do I look good for you?"

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surlier
2017-11-04 05:10 pm UTC (link)

Derek filled in the dropped off part of that sentence. Trying to eat dinner. Trying to drive home after dinner. Trying to make it into the bedroom after arriving home. Any and all of the above.

"I did. Stashed it everywhere in the house. Where and when you find it, you can fuck me," he teased, watching at those talented, playful fingers opened his mate up wider, and he couldn't help lapping across his skin again.

"I can taste how fucking wet you are. And you taste so fucking good, Stiles, sometimes I just want to bury my face between your cheeks and rim you until you can't produce anymore," he rambled as he watched the plug opening up his mate, more and more as the thickest part slid in. Stiles didn't have to say a word, already he was imagining what it would look like, how it'd feel for that to be his knot working him open, then getting too thick to pull out, locking them together.

His own cock twitched up hard against his belly. "Yeah, yeah. How's it feel?" He reached out, fingertips sliding around the base before he gave it a firm thump. With it inside, and this close, it muted the scent of his slick, but Derek knew that later, when he removed it, he'd have it back.

"Looks like you're enjoying it," he murmured before turning his attention back to Stiles' twitching cock. Another long lick and a firm suck at the head, tongue chasing the traces of his pre-come from his skin. As much as he wanted to get Stiles' fingers in him, opening him up for his cock, he wanted this too, his head bobbing downwards, mouth full of his length and the scent of his arousal.

Decisions, decisions.

Or maybe - he slid off with a loud pop and smirked up at his mate. "Wanna watch me open myself up for your cock, baby?"

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_stiles
2017-11-04 10:49 pm UTC (link)

"Oh, you're on, sweetheart," Stiles smirked at the challenge. He was very good at finding things, and if Derek was true to his word (and if he wasn't a werewolf) he'd be very sore by Sunday evening.

But then again Stiles knew they had other plans for this weekend, so maybe Derek would get away with it.

Those thoughts were once again cut off sharply by Derek's tongue sliding over him, over the stretched rim of his hole, breath warm against the sensitive skin. "Oh fuck, oh God-" Stiles breathed. "You're really, really fucking good with your tongue," he groaned. Derek eating him out would never be a problem.

"Feels amazing. I feel to tight, so full," he whimpered, before crying out when Derek tapped the base and it rubbed up against his prostate. "Oh my God, oh God," Stiles whimpered. "Oh God it's so good. I can't wait until it's you-"

His eyes had been squeezed shut, his free hand tangled in the sheets, but at Derek's words Stiles snapped right to attention. "Yeah," he panted. "Oh yeah. Yeah I do. Yeah, I really, really wanna watch. You're so nice to look at, Der. You have the nicest body; your belly and your thighs and your dick-" It was Stiles' turn to ramble, his gaze running up and down his mate. "Show me, show me everything, show me where you want me, your tight body-" Every part of Derek really was so sexy. Even staring between Derek's legs, he was beautiful.

"Stretch yourself out and then get here," he said lazily, his hand wrapping around his cock, stroking slowly up and down. "Make sure you do it properly, I'm gonna plug you up after. But only if you tell me you want my knot. Only if you say, really nicely, 'Stiles, please give me your knot,'" he smirked, sitting up properly so that he could watch Derek. "Show me."

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surlier
2017-11-04 11:26 pm UTC (link)

"Give you something to do next week." He didn't doubt that Stiles would find them all in the coming days, but he couldn't resist teasing his mate just a little bit.

All the sounds that Stiles made - Derek grinned as he listened to him whimper, and pressed slowly on the base of the plug again until he couldn't get it any deeper. "Can't wait until it's me either. Until it's my knot stretching you out, making you come -"

And then that impish streak of his mate's struck. It drove him mad sometimes, but now he could only grin as he listened to Stiles' request and lapped at the crown whenever it emerged from between his fingers.

"You know if you had a knot, I'd never get off you. You feel so fucking good now," he started as he reached for the lube on the bedside table and slicked up his fingers. "But with a knot, I could sit on your dick and make myself come until I ran dry, all because of how good your cock is." Smirking, he didn't move up so much as around, stopping only when his knees were braced against Stiles' biceps, and he still had a face full of his cock. Only now, Stiles had a front row seat to watch.

One hand flat on the bed to keep himself steady, he reached back, two fingers running around his rim before he began to ease them inside. "Can you see, baby? Got a good view? Gotta make sure you're hard enough to give me that fucking knot of yours." He moaned, thighs flexing as his fingers eased deeper.

"Fuck, want to talk about nice bodies? I want more of yours, all the time. Not a part of you that's going to remain untouched by me before the weekend's over."

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_stiles
2017-11-05 09:13 pm UTC (link)

"Derek-" Stiles yelped when his mate pushed the plug in deeper, the tip of it rubbing hard against his prostate, making his hips jerk and his cock leak. "I'm gonna come so hard when I'm on your dick, when I'm on your knot, oh God-"

He grinned, preening at the compliments. He was glad that Derek liked his body, he was glad he was quite well endowed, because he'd seen on the Internet (okay, he really needed to stop using that as a reference) that a lot of omegas had pretty small cocks. But Derek loved his. Derek liked being fucked by him- it was the opposite of everything Stiles had imagined. "Fuck, I'd really like that. Nngh. When you're rutting I'm going to see how much I can make you come on my dick. As long as we're not too busy trying to get a baby in me-"

Stiles held his breath as Derek moved around, letting out a breathy moan at his new view. Derek really was beautiful everywhere, between his legs, his entrance was just- was it weird to think the tight ring of muscle was really nice to look at?

"Oh, such a good view," Stiles purred, his own fingers twisted in the sheets because he couldn't risk touching. If he touched himself he'd just try and jerk off. If he touched Derek he'd just pull him back onto his face and eat Derek out until he was a sobbing mess. And there had to be a different time for that.

"I'm so fucking hard," he replied. "Jesus Christ, Derek. Just look down, you can see how hard I am."

Stiles hips twitched up again as he watched Derek's fingers moving in and out, stretching, leaving a shiny smear of lube. Twitched because they desperately wanted to buck up into that tightness. Because Derek was always so tight, and he always would be, no matter how often Stiles got to hold him down and fuck him. Derek's body would slip back to tight.

"Oh God," he moaned at his own thoughts, feeling a warm trickle of precome on his belly. "Derek, Derek, nngh, look at you. Look at how lovely you are. I can't wait to be buried inside you. I just want to press my face there, want to have you moaning for me; what to feel you tightening around my tongue."

Stiles didn't care that he was rambling, he didn't care that the words he was saying would probably make him blush if he tried to say them in any other place with any other partner. Derek needed to know how much he wanted him, he needed to know how desired he was. Just because Derek was an alpha, it didn't mean he couldn't get the same care and praise that Stiles got.

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surlier
2017-11-05 09:49 pm UTC (link)

"You are, and I'm going to make sure of it," Derek damn near purred. He wanted Stiles to enjoy it, ass much as he was going to. It wouldn't be worth a damn if they both didn't like it.

His muscles tightened up, entrance closing tight around his fingers as Stiles mentioned his rut. "We'll have to get one of those mattress covers, cause I'm going to come so fucking much on you, going to ruin the fucking bed--" hell, they might need one for Stiles' heat. Not that Derek wouldn't enjoy seeing it, or smelling it, but given how they were now when his heat was almost two weeks out -- Derek groaned.

"Yeah, we're gonna need one of those. Know how wet you get when you're fucking me, maybe I'll grab one of those remote control vibrators so you can have something filling your perfect ass while I'm busy with your dick."

He licked his lips, watching how hard Stiles was, that little twitch of his hips, the dribble of precome as it left his cock and painted his belly. Derek couldn't resist leaning down and lapping it up, following the trail upwards and sucking the head into his mouth.

Maybe it wasn't fair, because if he'd been in Stiles' place -- he groaned, picturing his mate above him, fingers working in and out of his body -- and whined as his fingers pushed deeper.

As for those rambles? Yes, fucking please. He loved hearing everything that his mate was thinking, feeling, wanting. "Next time, next time baby. Before you get me all slicked up and I taste like lube, you can fuck me with your tongue. Make me come that way and I would. Love your fucking tongue, your mouth, I'd come so hard, like I was the one in heat."

The more Stiles talked, the more Derek talked, the hotter he got, and he finally had to pull his fingers free before he came all over his mate from nothing but Stiles' voice and his own fingers. "Fuck, Stiles, can't --" and he was shuffling down his body, spinning around so he could straddle his hips. One hand went to the base of Stiles' cock, holding him steady and upright, the spit-slick head teasing at his slick hole.

He couldn't resist a little tease either, rubbing it back and forth, until his cock was twitching upwards and slapping him in the belly. "Fuck, thought about this all day--" and keened as he began to slide down, head falling back as he gripped Stiles' length. "Feels so fucking good baby, you feel so fucking big--"

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_stiles
2017-11-06 11:18 am UTC (link)

Stiles had absolutely no doubt in his mind that he was going to enjoy it. And he had convinced himself that Derek would enjoy the feeling of being inside him. Of course he would, why wouldn’t he? He was his mate. He’d think Stiles felt good.

“Mm, we probably should get one for my heat, you know how wet I get when you touch me now. It’s probably for the best, we don’t want to ruin the bed. But I’ll make sure I get my scent all over the place-“ he grinned. “And trust me, if you just want to be fucking and knotting me through your rut I’m not going to complain. And when my heat coincides with your rut-“ now Stiles couldn’t help but touch, running his hands up the back of Derek’s thighs, gently spreading his cheeks. “I don’t think there’s anything in the world that’ll stop us getting pregnant then. Unless I’m already pregnant”

He wasn’t expecting Derek’s mouth on him, and the sudden spike in pleasure was almost painfully good. The heat of Derek’s mouth and the view of him stretched around his fingers, Stiles was lucky he didn’t blow his load in Derek’s mouth right then.

“Jesus, Derek-“ he whimpered, because Derek wasn’t a man of many words a lot of the time, so hearing this filth coming from his mouth was sinfully good. “Yeah. Yeah, I want to make you come. I love that I can make you come. You’re so fucking hot when you come-“

He watched with glazed eyes as Derek turned around, whining helplessly as his sensitive head rubbed against the slick, tight ring between Derek’s legs.

“Der-“ Stiles keened at the teasing. “Fuck.” It seemed almost redundant that they’d waited for him to lose his virginity when he was fucking Derek like this. “This? You’ve thought about me being inside you? Cos I’ve been thinking about you pounding into me-“ he felt his own muscles clench around the plug inside him. Derek’s tight body gripped him as he sank down, throwing his head back and purring at the sensation.

“You’re so tight. So tight- fuck, you feel amazing, so hot. You’re always so tight-“

He wanted to arch up off of the bed and push into Derek, he wanted to be buried deep in him. But he also liked the slow teasing, the gradual gripping down his length. His hands moved to Derek’s thighs, stroking up to his hips, forcing his eyes to remain open so that he could stare at Derek, so that he could look down between them and see where their bodies were joining. He felt himself throb, groaning with pleasure-

“Oh my God, I should have jerked off when we got back,” he whimpered, worried he’d come too soon, especially when the plug gently pressed at his prostate when he shifted slightly.

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surlier
2017-11-06 11:53 am UTC (link)

"Want your scent everywhere," Derek growled. Wanted it to mix with his until everywhere in their home smelled of them and their obvious joy of one another. "Going to want everything with you in my rut, going to want to bury my cock deep in you and taste you, have your cock in my mouth and inside me, fucking me until I can't walk straight," he rambled.

And as for their heats and ruts coinciding -"You'll come out of it pregnant, even if both of us are still on birth control." And Derek didn't mind one fucking bit, his eyes glowing a dull, pleased red at the thought of his mate pregnant with their kid.

"Love coming with you, feels so much better-" And part of it was simply that he wasn't alone, that there was another person there while they worked at their mutual pleasure. Another, huge part of it was that he trusted Stiles, and that this was his mate. No one else was ever going to feel as good as Stiles did.

"Thought about that too," he groaned, cock jerking and painting both their bellies with clear little drops. "Thought about you coming around my knot-" and whined, one hand reaching down to grab his cock and balls, lifting them out of the way so Stiles could have a better view. Leaning back slowly, he moaned at the contact of Stiles' cock to his prostate and knew - knew he wouldn't last long either. Not if he stayed here where every little jostle together sent pleasure sparking up his spine and settling hot and molten in his belly.

"Feels that good baby?" He asked, smug as his thigh muscles went tense and he lifted up slowly, muscles gripping his cock tightly before he eased back down. "Yeah, yeah, it definitely feels that fucking good. Fuck, baby," and he did it again, eyes falling shut as he worked himself up and down his mate's length, his own cock throbbing in his grip.

"Stiles-" he moaned, feeling him throb inside. It was too good and he had to let go, rock forward until his hands were on Stiles' shoulders. "Need to, baby, god, thought I was going to have to have you when I picked you up from school, right there on the hood of the car-" he rambled as his hips bounced up and down, short little movements that kept his cock right up against his prostate. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, feels so fucking good, always feels so good with you-"

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_stiles
2017-11-06 06:37 pm UTC (link)

Oh, Stiles loved that growl. He loved the way Derek reacted to him like that. He bit his lip and groaned happily as Derek listed off all of the things they could be doing and would be doing. The groan melted into a desperate little noise when Derek mentioned him being pregnant. Because he would be. He'd be pregnant after that.

He was too aroused, and Stiles could never had thought that was a thing he could say, but when Derek lifted his balls out of the wall so that Stiles could watch, could see Derek stretched around his cock, Stiles was pretty sure he was going to explode.

"Oh fuck, Derek," he panted. "Fuck. You look so beautiful. You're so beautiful stretched open for me." Stiles' hands continued moving up and down Derek's thighs, enjoying the feeling of his muscles moving under his hand. And he still loved the way Derek called him 'baby'. He loved this side of Derek, this filthy, wanton Derek that was all his.

"Oh my God, oh my God-" Stiles panted, still trying to keep his eyes open, trying to focus on Derek gazing down at him, at the soft red glow behind his eyes. "Like that, just like that-" their movement was still jarring the plug in him, teasing his own prostate as he nailed Derek's over and over. "Yeah, you're gonna get me off so quick. Such a good boy for me, aren't you? So good. You wanna be full of my come? Want me to fill you up and then knot you? Want me to keep my come inside you?" He panted, hands sliding around from Derek's thighs to grip his ass, grabbing his cheeks and squeezing the handfuls. "So tight, always so tight-"

Stiles arched his head back, trying to focus his breathing, trying not to come. But he really wasn't going to make it.

"You need to fuck me in your car-" he rasped. "I want you to push your drivers seat back so I can ride you, or suck you off. I want you to take me somewhere and fuck me on your hood-" Stiles' grip tightened on Derek's ass. "Derek, Derek, I'm so close, so close. You want me to knot you, huh? You gonna take me nice and deep and let me fill you?"

Stiles had desperately wanted to hold off until Derek replied, until he told him, knowing those words would tip him over, but just imagining it, the thought of it, that was too much. Derek's tight body was jerking him off, his prostate was being teased, and Stiles couldn't hold back the cry of pleasure as his orgasm ripped through him, hips bucking as he thrust up into his mate.

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surlier
2017-11-06 06:59 pm UTC (link)

He couldn't help but roll his hips a little more, thighs flexing beneath his mate's palms. That first time, he'd told Stiles to keep his hands on him, and having it now settled something inside him, made him feel grounded and safe as he worked himself on his cock.

"Fuck yes, want your come and then your knot. Going to sit in the restaurant later, talk to people while I'm still filled up with your come-" those wonderful, talented hands moved from his thighs to his ass and he almost lost it there, unable to keep from squeezing the length inside him. "Fuck, Stiles," he ground out, cheeks flexing in his grip and for a half second, he thought about being like this somewhere, settled on his cock, Stiles' hands spreading him wide so th pack could watch him taking his mate. He shuddered, a few thick drops painting Stiles' belly.

"Fuck yes. Want you naked in my car, ducking on my while your fingers work that tight ass open for my knot-" There was no way he was going to make it either, not with Stiles telling him so many filthy things that his body tightened up around his length with every sentence. "Fuck, baby, want your knot, want you to come, wanna feel it while I'm knitting you later. Let you lick it out of me until I come on your tongue-"

That jerk upward caught him off guard, and he knew, felt it a second later with Stiles throbbing inside him, and he couldn't hold on, not knowing Stiles had just come in him. "Oh fuck yes," he growled as he slammed his hips down, twisting them so the flare rubbed just right inside him and ducking lost it, head thrown back, throat working against the wrecked moan as he came between them.

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_stiles
2017-11-06 09:40 pm UTC (link)

Stiles moaned helplessly as he rode through his orgasm, still kneading at Derek's backside, gripping, twitching his hips up to press into his mate again and again.

"I'll lick you out when we get back," he panted. "When we get back. Get you all worked up so that you need to be inside me, knotting me-"

His breath was robbed from him as Derek came as well, the arch of his back and the sheen of sweat on his skin, the flush that crept up his bare throat. Derek was perfect, he was a wet dream come true, Stiles was never going to get tired of this.

Blindly he grasped for the plug he'd chosen for Derek and, for a fleeting moment, wondered if he could fit it in alongside his cock. Really stretch Derek. Just for a moment. But no, he wanted Derek to pull off, turn around, let Stiles see just for a moment the come leaking from him before he pressed the plug into his mate's still sensitive body.

Derek's come had coated Stiles' chest, which they'd both be happy about. He'd go to dinner smelling of Derek, even after the little shower he was planning on taking. Any alphas they saw there would know he was Derek's. And he liked that. He liked being Derek's.

"Slide off my cock and turn around," he commanded gently. "I want you to keep as much in as you can. And I'm going to put this in you." He ran the blunt, tapered end of the plug over Derek's thigh. "You want my knot, huh? Come on. Turn around."

Stiles was certain if he took his own plug out now he'd soak Derek's bed through. It was strange to not feel the wetness on his thighs as he had every other time. And he loved Derek complimenting him on his wetness. But when he'd had Derek inside him later- oh, he knew he was going to make a mess. "You get to feel what I'm going to feel later-"

The base of Derek's cock was only slightly swollen now, the stimulation from inside not enough to make it grow as big as it did other times. But that was good, he'd get Derek so ready to knot him, and it would feel amazing for his mate.

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surlier
2017-11-07 02:05 am UTC (link)

As soon as he could think, Stiles words caught up to him and he grinned down at his mate, his hips still slowly moving, nudging his cock up against his prostate.

"You think you need to eat me out to get all worked up for you?" His hands drifted down from his shoulders, palms and fingers sliding through the mess he left on Stiles' skin and starting to slowly rub it in. Stiles might not have a mark yet, but Derek could damn sure make it so he reeked of alpha.

"You don't," he slurred out as he did a slow screw downwards onto his mate. "As much as I love your tongue, and as much as I'd love to have you fuck me with it," he leaned down to kiss his mate, slow and filthy, because it seemed like a damn shame not to show some appreciation to Stiles' tongue while they were talking about it.

It didn't stop him from doing those lazy little circles with his hips, and as soon as their kiss broke, he was grinning again. "All I need to want you is to have you close. Put you in my bed and I'm going to want to knot you." His hands skimmed along his side, following the narrow taper of muscles, thumbs brushing through the trail of hair south of his navel.

His muscles clamped down tight at the brush of the plug, his thoughts mirroring Stiles'. "You sure you don't want to put in me like this? Cause," he moaned as he straightened up. "If it was your knot, I'd keep riding you, see if I could get it just right and come again, and again, and again, like I'm going to do to you tonight. Fuck you slow with my knot, see how many times I can make you come while I get you pregnant."

His eyes were still glowing red as he teased himself up and down Stiles' length, waiting to hear what his mate wanted, because he was sure he could keep going and in another few minutes, come all over him again. It was already good enough that his toes kept curling up, and his cock, still hard and slightly swollen at the base, kept bobbing up towards his belly.

And then, as if to tempt his mate, he ground down slowly, that beautiful, wonderful cock stroking right up against his prostate and forcing out another splash of come as he moaned. "Fuck... Think how much come you'd keep in me if you came a second time."