What the hell is a Stiles? (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _stiles) wrote, |
“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?"