What the hell is a Stiles? (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _stiles) wrote, |
He let out a little sigh, lifting his shoulders in a shrug. "I thought I was going crazy. I thought maybe I was just attaching to you because you were the best alpha I knew aside from my dad. And I felt so safe with you. I wanted to beg you then, when I came over, I wanted to beg you to take me, to touch me or fuck me or just- I wanted it. I hated everything. I would never have allowed myself to dream you'd be my mate-"
Or had he? If Stiles thought back really hard to what he could remember of his first heat, he'd had images of a dark haired guy above him, inside him, touching him and fucking him. Strong, muscled, gentle or rough, depending on what Stiles needed. It wouldn't be too hard to assume that he'd been fantasising about Derek.
Stiles cocked his head and looked at Derek, biting on his lower lip as his mate's eyes glowed. Glowed at the thought of him being so ready for him, so wet for him. "I dunno, I just mean- if I'm too wet you might not get the friction," he whispered, though he could feel his own arousal starting to build quickly as he drank in Derek's reactions.
"I don't think it's going to take much to make me come when you get me home," Stiles smirked. "Fingers, tongue-" he was relaxing, he was feeling more confident, leaning over to Derek. "You could probably just pull out the plug and push yourself inside me and I'd come before you even had a chance to knot up."
They'd be able to leave soon. And it wasn't a long drive, but Stiles wasn't going to be able to keep to himself on the drive home. Especially knowing Derek didn't have anything on underneath-
"It feels really good when I'm in you," Stiles replied, letting his concern slip away. Derek would make it good. Maybe it would hurt the first time, but he'd get used to it. He opened his mouth to say something else, but their waiter was suddenly back at their table, placing down their take out boxes and a large box that was possibly dessert.
"Mr. Armand has covered your bill on the house," the waiter said. "He said to call it a bonding present. That he's happy to see you so happy, Mr. Hale." The waiter looked around, seemingly a little bashful. "And he wanted me to remind you that your mom was very fond of his biscotti whenever she was pregnant. In case you needed reminding." He cleared his throat and gave Stiles a polite half nod, flailing in what was possibly a bow before moving away.
"Well, all the more reason to stay around here," Stiles grinned. "Then I won't make you drive for hours to get me biscotti."