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Derek (surlier) wrote,

"Want your scent everywhere," Derek growled. Wanted it to mix with his until everywhere in their home smelled of them and their obvious joy of one another. "Going to want everything with you in my rut, going to want to bury my cock deep in you and taste you, have your cock in my mouth and inside me, fucking me until I can't walk straight," he rambled.

And as for their heats and ruts coinciding -"You'll come out of it pregnant, even if both of us are still on birth control." And Derek didn't mind one fucking bit, his eyes glowing a dull, pleased red at the thought of his mate pregnant with their kid.

"Love coming with you, feels so much better-" And part of it was simply that he wasn't alone, that there was another person there while they worked at their mutual pleasure. Another, huge part of it was that he trusted Stiles, and that this was his mate. No one else was ever going to feel as good as Stiles did.

"Thought about that too," he groaned, cock jerking and painting both their bellies with clear little drops. "Thought about you coming around my knot-" and whined, one hand reaching down to grab his cock and balls, lifting them out of the way so Stiles could have a better view. Leaning back slowly, he moaned at the contact of Stiles' cock to his prostate and knew - knew he wouldn't last long either. Not if he stayed here where every little jostle together sent pleasure sparking up his spine and settling hot and molten in his belly.

"Feels that good baby?" He asked, smug as his thigh muscles went tense and he lifted up slowly, muscles gripping his cock tightly before he eased back down. "Yeah, yeah, it definitely feels that fucking good. Fuck, baby," and he did it again, eyes falling shut as he worked himself up and down his mate's length, his own cock throbbing in his grip.

"Stiles-" he moaned, feeling him throb inside. It was too good and he had to let go, rock forward until his hands were on Stiles' shoulders. "Need to, baby, god, thought I was going to have to have you when I picked you up from school, right there on the hood of the car-" he rambled as his hips bounced up and down, short little movements that kept his cock right up against his prostate. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, feels so fucking good, always feels so good with you-"