What the hell is a Stiles? (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _stiles) wrote, |
Stiles really, honestly loved that Derek, his alpha, was so willing to give over to the pleasure of having Stiles' cock inside him, that he was so happy to ride him, to let Stiles grab and grope and pound up into his body.
"Not gonna stop," he promised. Derek was tight, it felt amazing around him, and there were pleasant little bursts of pleasure whenever the plug rubbed his prostate. But it was Derek's reactions that were really getting him off, the way he begged and pleaded and spoke to Stiles, the way he touched him, the way his leaking cock dribbled against his stomach. That was what was going to get Stiles off.
"There, yeah?" he asked, teasing, keeping the same angle, same pace. "Good boy, you're a good boy, you're taking it so well. You look so beautiful," Stiles cooed, drinking in the vision of the man on top of him, his eyes sliding down to look at Derek's cock, at the slight swelling at the base. Stiles loved it so much-
He released one of Derek's ass cheeks, sliding his hand around and gently circling the barely formed knot.
"I can't wait for this inside me, later," Stiles whispered. "I'm going to be thinking about it all through dinner. You get to watch me wriggling around on my plug, thinking about it being your dick, thinking about you being the first person inside me, the first person to claim me. First and only." He squeezed gently. "First person to knot me. Stretch me wide. You get so big, Derek. You're gonna have to really push it in, no matter how wet I am for you. And I am, I am. All the time," he rambled softly, still slamming his hips up to drive himself into Derek, squeezing the base of Derek's cock with every other thrust.