What the hell is a Stiles? (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _stiles) wrote, |
He heard some of the other sounds he was making, more of those noises that he was sure were instinctive; little clicks and purrs to encourage his mate, to arouse him, to make him come more and more.
The growling was really doing something for him. “My wolf,” he whispered, stroking his fingers through Derek’s hair, mewling again when Derek’s fangs dragged over his throat.
He liked the gentle grazing of claws against his back as well. He knew Derek wasn’t going to hurt him, he knew neither his mate or his mates wolf would hurt him. Oh God it was so good. So good when Derek continues to rock into him, the swell of his knot rubbing over and over at his prostate. Another orgasm was building up easily, and Stiles continues with those happy little noises to encourage Derek. Not that he thought Derek needed encouragement.
Along with the orgasic feeling from there sex there was another feeling of absolute bliss that had settled over Stiles. As though nothing terrible could ever happen again. He felt- complete? Was that what this feeling was? Being knotted for the first time by his mate, having him come over and over inside him- the thought of their pups, of the baby he could make them.
Stiles squirmed happily, wriggling himself onto Derek’s knot. He opened his eyes to look at Derek, at the fur that had grown on his cheeks and his dark, glowing eyes and his fangs- Stiles smirked and kissed Derek’s jaw. “I’m coming again,” he breathed, still rocking down onto Derek, chasing the pleasure that was building from his prostate. “So good- this feels so good, don’t stop, stay inside me,” He panted, arching his back as another orgasm rushed through him, his muscles trembling around Derek’s knot.