Derek (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} surlier) wrote, |
He barely managed to be decent on the walk out to the car, and it seemed like once they were behind closed doors, Stiles didn't want him to be anymore, and he moaned, head rolling back against the head rest as his mate teased him. "I'm so ready for you-"
But he smiled, pleased, when Stiles said he wasn't nervous anymore. "Good. I don't want you to be. I want you to enjoy this so much, baby," because it was something they'd be doing a lot more of in the future if he did.
While Stiles managed the boxes, Derek managed to get them inside and as soon as they were safely on the counter, he had his arms full of his mate, cock pressing up insistently against the front of his jeans. "Yeah, you do," he agreed right before their lips met. He didn't tear his clothes off, only because he wanted to see Stiles in these clothes again, but it was a very near thing. As soon as he had enough buttons to pull them off, he was, leaving them littered across the floor, interspersed with his own.
By the time they crossed the threshold to his bedroom, they were both naked, and Derek had his hands full of Stiles' bottom, his index fingers both toying with the plug. "Harder to smell you around this, but I'm going to take it out soon. Gonna have my face pressed right here so I can smell you, taste you as soon as it comes out, cause I know you're wet around it," he growled as he edged them closer to the bed.
"Want you, want you so fucking much, thought about this all week."