Derek (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} surlier) wrote, |
"Fuck yes, want your come and then your knot. Going to sit in the restaurant later, talk to people while I'm still filled up with your come-" those wonderful, talented hands moved from his thighs to his ass and he almost lost it there, unable to keep from squeezing the length inside him. "Fuck, Stiles," he ground out, cheeks flexing in his grip and for a half second, he thought about being like this somewhere, settled on his cock, Stiles' hands spreading him wide so th pack could watch him taking his mate. He shuddered, a few thick drops painting Stiles' belly.
"Fuck yes. Want you naked in my car, ducking on my while your fingers work that tight ass open for my knot-" There was no way he was going to make it either, not with Stiles telling him so many filthy things that his body tightened up around his length with every sentence. "Fuck, baby, want your knot, want you to come, wanna feel it while I'm knitting you later. Let you lick it out of me until I come on your tongue-"
That jerk upward caught him off guard, and he knew, felt it a second later with Stiles throbbing inside him, and he couldn't hold on, not knowing Stiles had just come in him. "Oh fuck yes," he growled as he slammed his hips down, twisting them so the flare rubbed just right inside him and ducking lost it, head thrown back, throat working against the wrecked moan as he came between them.