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