What the hell is a Stiles? (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _stiles) wrote, |
Stiles was glad of the cool air on his hot skin as they both stripped, moaning shamelessly loud as Derek’s fingers toyed with the plug between his legs.
“God, don’t worry, I’m so wet behind this,” Stiles breathed. He was surprised more wasn’t leaking out, but Derek was going to get a very nice surprise when he pulled the plug out. He bit his lip at his mate’s promise, not only because he loved Derek’s mouth between his legs, but also because the noises Derek made when he was down there were so incredibly erotic. Stiles liked that Derek liked it that much.
“God, me too- I kept thinking I shouldn’t have waited-“ he shouldn’t have been so sentimental, they could have been knotting all week, since he’d first come to see Derek. But this was for the best. They would both enjoy it and know nothing was rushed, and there’s be no unexpected little Hales sooner than planned. “I’m glad it’s time now. I’m glad it’s going to be you-“ Stiles leant up, brushing their lips together. “Taking my virginity, giving me my first knot-“ he smirked, as though Derek would need more encouragement.
Stiles moved away, his fingers lingering on Derek’s body as he climbed onto the bed, laying back and spreading his legs to show off the base of the plug. His fingers toyed with it, pressing it, letting out a moan and feeling more slick leak from around it.
“You need to get this out of me now,” he purred, his eyes lingering on Derek’s erection. “And you need to be inside me- fingers, tongue, dick, I don’t care. I need you inside me.”