Derek (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} surlier) wrote, |
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.