What the hell is a Stiles? (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _stiles) wrote, |
"Der, Der-" he chanted softly, finally finding his voice as he felt his mate's knot swelling inside him, pressing against his prostate. Derek's growls were certainly not helping matters, and Stiles honestly couldn't tell if it was because he was Derek's mate and it was his instinct to keen at those sounds, or if it was just a kink he had.
His fingers had moved up to Derek's hair, stroking through it, trembling as his mate covered him, rocked into him, tied them together. The sensation of the knot growing, stretching him, still brushing against the sensitive ring of muscle it was caught on, it was new and it was amazing.
Another cry slid from his lips when Derek growled his name, his given name, shaking again as another orgasm pulsed through him, overwhelmed by how well he could feel Derek, how he could feel the pulsing inside him and the shaking in the older man's body as he came.
"Fill me, fill me up, breed me, Derek. Keep coming, keep coming inside me, oh God, don't stop-" the constant pressing against his prostate teased more trembles of pleasure from him, tiny crashing waves that washed through his whole body. He tried to clench his muscles, but Derek's knot stopped him, kept him right where he was so that his mate could keep releasing inside him, could keep it there until Stiles' body took it-
Stiles sobbed, the pleasure, everything, just too much. His fingers moved to the back of Derek's head, pulling him down, pulling his mouth to his neck and shivering at the graze of teeth.
"So fucking good, you're so hot, oh God-" he breathed, head turned to bare the pale expanse of his throat, littered with little moles all the way down. "Wanna be full of your pups, Derek. Want to- fuck- I want to."