What the hell is a Stiles? (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _stiles) wrote, |
His body arched up towards the touch, the graze of Derek’s fingers over his tingling skin, before a moan was pulled from him at Derek’s words.
“I do, I really do. I want to put it in you like this,” Stiles rasped. “I want to see if I can make you come again, yes-“ and he had no doubt that Derek would make him come over and over again when his knot was inside him. He was well aware of the low, wrecked noises that kept slipping from his lips with every movement Derek made. He gazed with wide eyes as Derek’s cock jerked and leaked again.
“I think you’re just desperate for my come,” Stiles murmured. “I think you just want to stay on my sick, don’t you? You love it so much.”
He ran the plug along the crease of Derek’s thigh and hip, then stroked it down his erection, to his balls, and then gently pressed it to where their bodies joined. He felt himself clench around his plug again, letting out a shuddering breath as his own plug touched his now swollen prostate.
Which wasn’t a bad idea.
His free hand slid around Derek’s waist to hold him, and without giving his mate any further warning, Stiles began to thrust up roughly, taking control of their movements. The rough motion kept his plug moving, too, brushing it up against the sensitive spot inside him. And he just loves the way Derek bounced on his cock, the way his mate’s erection bobbed with the rhythm of his thrusts. Stiles wanted to push the plug into Derek, he wanted to do it like this, but he’d need to focus and that wasn’t something he had.
So for the moment he left the plug on the bed beside him, instead using both his hands to grab and grope Derek’s ass, caressing it as he fucked up into him.