What the hell is a Stiles? (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _stiles) wrote, |
He let out another chuckle when Derek had to duck his head to hide the flare in his eyes. It was sexy, it was really hot that Stiles could tease that out of his mate. He liked it a lot when Derek’s wolf came to the surface. He was kind of looking forward to Derek’s rut.
“I bet he was very nervous about touching you the first time- even just being close to you. Because you know- he’s never touched anyone before. In any kind of- intimate way. Or yknow, so I’ve heard. About your boyfriend,” Stiles grinned and blushed. “I wanted you so much,” he breathed, dropping his pretense. “I wanted you when we were- when you were comforting me. I wanted to kiss you even more than I had before, in the days when we’d have movie marathons. I just worried that if I gave in and kissed you, if I gave in and went to bed with you idnever want to leave. I hated the thought that I wouldn’t be with you. That I was destined to be with someone else-“
He lowered his eyes when the waited came over again, feeling bashful at all the things he was saying. But then again they were on a first date. They were supposed to share these things.
“I’m nervous about it hurting,” Stiles replied. “I’m nervous that your knot is going to be too big. Not too big, just bigger than- than I’m prepared for. I’m nervous that- I’m nervous that it isn’t going to feel good for you,” he added. “Maybe I’ll be too wet, or not big enough to fit you, or something like that-“ he glanced around, hoping no one could hear him.
Perhaps he was guilty of putting too much stead on what he’d read on the internet, but he really thought it should be good. They should have brilliant sex. He loved Derek and he wanted him to feel good, he wanted him to love sex with Stiles.