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Derek (surlier) wrote,

"Good, good, want you too much to want you to stop," he babbled. Stiles was probably right about it not fitting, but with enough prep, maybe some day later he'd get to feel it, like it was Stiles' real knot, popped inside him and making him so fucking hard.

"Stiles--" a whine in response as Stiles kept going right there, unerring and perfect, his thighs tensing as his mate continued talking, the words making warmth bloom across his skin. From anyone else, he would have snarled. From Stiles? He worked a little harder to get him deeper, his knot throbbing --

And then surrounded by Stiles' fingers. His entire body tensed at the sudden shock of pleasure that came from him gripping it, his skin going tight and hot as he keened out with the next brush of Stiles' cock up against his prostate. "Fuck, Stiles," he panted out, rough and desperate as his words seemed to settle in his brain. It felt so fucking good to have his mate inside him, to know they wanted the same things, fantasized about them--

He was going to - going to - "Stiles," and the thought of knotting him up, of being the only one to ever do so with his mate -- he swelled against the press of his fingers and palms, his moan torn and loud as he came again, hips grinding down on Stiles' to keep himself blissfully fucking full.