Derek (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} surlier) wrote, |
"Of course I do," he growled, watching as Stiles oh so sweetly put everything on display, and he could watch his fingers disappearing into his body. He looked away briefly, only long enough for him to presss a kiss to his thigh and muffle his moan. It wasn't going to take much for either of them. And that was -- yeah that did it for Derek as he came up further, and cleaned the come off Stiles' belly.
"My good boy. You're mine," he growled with every fresh rake of fingers through his hair, vision going red and he knew his eyes were glowing. This was his mate, beautiful and slick and fucking eager --
He was already moving up, cock slapping against his belly. "Yeah, baby? You ready? Wanna feel you, wanna know how it feels to have my knot inside my mate--" he had to hope it'd been enough prep, because Stiles was so fucking wet, so ready for him--
Both hands wrapped around those splayed thighs and yanked him further down the bed, into the cradle of Derek's own spread thighs. His cock brushed against his thigh, leaving behind a trail of stickiness as their mouths crashed together. It wasn't a long kiss -- he needed to watch this as he curled over Stiles, barely able to stop from rocking forward and coming messy over his skin. He wanted more, the kiss breaking as his hips hitched, and the flare of his cock slid over the shiny wet rim. "Baby, Stiles, gonna--" and he did it again, moaning, hips pulling back for a third tease when the thick head popped inside, and his entire body went tight as he tried not to come.
His moan sounded absolutely wrecked as he buried his face into the curve of his throat and began to ease deeper. And he wanted to say something, anything to let Stiles know how fucking good he felt and how much Derek loved it, but the words only came out as a low, aching keen.