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