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Derek (surlier) wrote,

"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-"