What the hell is a Stiles? (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _stiles) wrote, |
The drag of Derek pulling back was just as good as when he'd been pushing in, but the thrust, the power behind it, the noise Derek made, and the none too gentle brush over his prostate, it made Stiles moan needily. So much better than Derek's fingers, and Derek's fingers were a miracle.
He turned his head slightly, seeing his mate's claws, and the glowing of his eyes. Derek was holding back, he was exhibiting a hell of a lot of control, but Stiles knew he'd never hurt him.
"You can shift," he whispered, lifting his hands to stroke them gently over the sides of Derek's face. "Don't have to hold it back. You're my wolf. You won't hurt me."
The way Derek pulled nearly all the way out and thrust in again made Stiles see stars, his body clenching at the shock of pleasure that rolled through him. And his name, the way Derek said his name. Jesus.
"Yes, yes-" Stiles whimpered, not at all surprised that it was only going to take a few thrusts for him to come. And the fact that Derek was shifting- did that turn everyone on? Was it because he was Derek's mate? He knew there were werewolf fetishists in the world, but he had no idea just how much he'd like it. "Fill me. Fuck- fill me up. Breed me-" he arched again, wrapping his legs around Derek, opening himself up as Derek continued to push into him. "Yes. Yes, yes, Derek, yes, oh my God, oh God-"
Stiles could feel the very slight stretch as Derek's knot began to grow and he let out a sob as he once again clenched around his mate. This time his orgasm was so hard, so intense Stiles' vision whited out. His lips were parted in a silent cry, his cock splashing his belly with more of his come. His fingers gripped Derek's arms, tiny little whimpers slipping out when he could draw breath.
He wanted to tell Derek to come, to knot him, to tie them together and breed him, fill him, but he couldn't form words. He felt even more connected to Derek than before, connected to his mate. It was so blissfully intimate.